Retracing past steps,
With a cloudy mind,
Remembering small parts,
Most moments intertwined.

A state of confusion,
What truly happened?
Are my retraced steps real,
Or did I imagine?

Looking forward ahead,
What may happen next?
Great imagination,
Has left me perplexed.

Finding it difficult,
To see me in a world,
With a state of serenity,
Or is that a dreamworld?

Should I wait and see,
What may lie ahead?
Or try and predict,
The way forward, in my head?