Poetry : Over and changing

Out of my head.
Yes you are.
Happy am I to be free.
At last.
You turn up and I blink.
Life goes on as usual.

Gatherings.
Would I want to go?
Do you even care?
Would you want me there?
Do I care?
Time.

Bright.
Future that is.
Am I bluffing myself?
Am I for real?
Truth.

What is there cannot be seen.
Irony of all the world.
Touch can heal and words kill but sound is an unreliable key.
Rolling here and over there.
Jumping over trees and streams.
One day some day, not so soon.

I'm still here.