Was I Really There?

I was walking down the street one night and passing all the people
It was as if they never saw me as if they did not care
I had to stop there for a moment because I was lost in my own tracks
I recognized my footsteps in front of me with no knowledge of how or why
So I started to ask myself, was I really there?

What happened to the good old days when I was one with everyone else?
A period in life when I was happy and whole
The respects and boundaries once used now lost where we left them
With the night still growing darker in relation with the frigid shadows
I decided to pause and ask myself, was I really there?

So many wrong inspirations we decide to follow without thinking twice
Too many tragedies occur with no remorse but life carries on
Sad misconceptions caused by a lack of words to express ourselves
But what do we have to say when there is more to figure out?
And when I have the time to think I'll ask myself, was I really there?