Sometimes a veil of unreality

Sometimes a veil of unreality

drops between me and the world, leaving me

confused.

It's as if I'm not myself anymore

and my soul wakes up and realizes

that a human body is

wrong

for it.

I want to fly away,

see the world from the eyes of a tree or rock,

for once, completely free...

Then somebody shouts

my name

and I nod to them

and make conversation

anyway.