At first I think it's nothing.
I feel empty, full of space.
But this nothing is taking over my being,
My whole self.

It is the lack of substance that is eating me alive.
I ideally refuse to waste my time and self.
I realistically sleep in a little later,
Eat a little more
and Dream a grand less.

And as I sit and ponder, wondering
Where my reflection disappeared to,
I see it flee behind an ivy-crusted wall
and into a perplexing, foreign world
that I can see, but will not touch.