Out of Phase

I walk beside myself again,

A shadow stitched in phantom skin.

The world moves slow, or maybe fast —

I blink, and hours fail to pass.

Glass reflections lie to me,

I’m there, but not where I should be.

Footsteps fall in looping haze —

I’m always lost, just out of phase.

The clocks don’t tick, the air won’t breathe,

I watch the world but can't believe.

Out of phase, I drift unseen,

Trapped between what might have been.

Colors fade and thoughts misfire —

I’m a ghost inside the wire.

Out of time, out of frame,

Don’t remember my own name.

Is this sleep or is this real?

Tell me what I’m meant to feel.

My voice returns in foreign tones,

Like echoes through collapsing phones.

I chase a version of myself

That vanished on a broken shelf.

My hands move, but not by will —

Like marionettes in time stood still.

Every thought, a skipping beat —

A mind that loops but can’t repeat.

Out of phase, I fall through sound,

Feet don’t touch the shifting ground.

I don’t exist, I just delay —

A glitch that never goes away.

I reach… I fail… I split in two…

Which one lives… and which is true?

Pull me back or let me break,

But tell me this is not a fake…

Out of phase, but I still breathe,

Somewhere underneath the sheath.

Pull me through the static glow —

Show me where the lost ones go.