One Night

Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the ambiguity of never even existing
Where did I begin? Wherever do I end,
Maybe there is nothing much at first,
To consider or even think,
For that matter itself,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the chance of having a single dream,
What of it ? Who might understand?
Maybe its better not to look forward,
For that very thought,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps you have known me for a short while,
Who are you? Who am I?
Maybe its not meant to be,
To even care,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.