Perhaps

Nothing seems to be making sense.
Creations of the mind?
In truth it seems to haunt me so,
As though we left behind.

Days float by in a curious haze,
At the same time filled with dread.
An open mind i try to keep,
Yet fretful nights in bed.

Impermanence is here i see,
Something i can understand.
The wonder i have found and seek,
I will chill but not command.