Hey Poem by aida melesse

I hear him calling
from far,
I go my way
not listening
In my own mind
my eyes closed
dwelling in my own
tiny world
my mind racing,
forgetting
where it's heading
my feet following my mind
just going
not looking.

Can't go on anymore
I hear my heart
beating
lend me a hand
I am exhausted
I say my hands are mine
and don't want to be touched
if you extend me yours
mine cannot be found
and don't play with my mind
it's used to what it knows
if you tell it new things
it cannot understand.

Just stand still a moment!

i need air to go on
I long for his whisper
need to hear when it calls
I recognize his voice
in the sweet air I take
that's how I remember
my creator's true name.