Not at my very best

Not at my very best,
I sigh.
To get myself back,
I try.
These fallen leaves
Are playing, dancing
And living their lives, their afterlives...
Oh they are running away from me.
The sands are slipping away;
The waters dripping away.
In self-pity, I am drowning,
To get myself back,
I try.
In the middle, in the eye
Of a whirlwind
I stand
Doing nothing,
Seeing all the world rewind.
My oh my
What have i gotten myself into,
Stagnant and numb
I stand
Doing nothing.
Watching houses, trees and lives fly,
I sigh.
Caught in its timeless moment
Stolen from me is a part of me
I stand
Doing nothing.
Not at my very best
I sigh...