I Have Caught Myself Out

I cannot find myself. Like a robot I stand alone. I have lost myself somewhere in my past. How much more can I do to sort this out? Dreams come to me at night but in the daylight I examine myself to a meticulous degree and the piercing of my sight has destroyed the human in me. This self analysis has reduced me into a demented shell that is washed up in a sea of a turbulent mind and the salt of my thoughts, the brine of fishiness has caught me out. The window of opportunity still shines its sunshine rays into my house of dreams, but the window is behind me. A place in time that is unreachable.