In the World Known as Dreams.

I drift into this empty space, known as my existence, For some reason I feel so alone like I'm the only one in it, I do not seem to recall, the last time some one was there for me, Is it because I am disliked or just because I am crazy, I do not really know much for I seem to always be lost, I don't really even know what's going on or where I'm at, I wonder what you call this spot, Is it heaven, hell, or the earth itself, I do not know but for some reason I think I need some help, Because if I am lost and have gotten any where in this so called life of mine, Then what else would I need besides help, then again I may just need time, To figure out what's going on and how long I will last, It seems like I don't remember anything, not even a small part of my past, What to do, where to go, who to be? I don't know because everything is unclear to me, Will some one even ever come to help guide me through this life, I think I've tried I am not sure, but I guess now it's a better time to start a fight, To look for and begin to realize I am going no where without a little bit of force, Now thinking about it that's obvious, and of course, Also to find an inspiration to be there for me all of the way, Huh, I guess it's time to get started, let's begin the day.