To Present

Like being out of the world,
I feel a vacuum in whole,
Wishing never to quit for lack of words,
Cos it's just like the depth of a hole.

I desire to be understood,
Though it seems like am lost,
For I remembered where I stood,
But it's now in the past.

The present seeming almost like an image,
So unreal and unclear,
As if there was a mix in the past age,
Yet my long term puzzle I desire to clear.

To clear and be cleared I want,
Though the cold has gotten to my head,
Now I wish to go the part I ought,
And apologizes to those I might have erred .

Not for once have I erred consciously,
Though it never seems so,
I feel like heating up subconsciously,
But I might seem selfish in so.