The day they found me, 
Something changed in me forever. 
Until that day I was surviving,
But that day inside me died. 

 It was 28 years later, 
But it seemed liked yesterday.
The past came rushing forward, 
And I was living that time again. 

 I was transported,
The dead walked, the ghost talked,
Both in my dreams, 
and in my hallways. 

 The day they found me,
I was glad. 
If I'd known it's effect, on me,
I would have been mad. 

Prior to them calling me,
I was looking at the future,
Yet, since they found me,
I've been living in the past.

The day they found me,
Was the start of my ills,
I stopped living on my resources,
and started living on my pills.
 

©Ben Drake (1999)