Blank walls seem to stretch forever,

Finding where I am is my own endeavor.

Water stains on ceiling and floor,

Will I ever find the door?

I am lost, but at what cost?

I look at my hands, they’re faded,

Worried thoughts have invaded.

I glance at a window, no reflection in sight,

Am I heading in the wrong direction tonight?

To myself, I’ll try to teach,

But my mind is just out of reach.