Waking Hours

I wake in the morning, surrounded by these negative vibrations.
I am confused,
My body is heavy,
Not hearing my signals.
Why am I trapped in these continuous rotations?
I know in my heart that it shouldn't feel this dismal.
Answers I have not,
Seeking in dark places.
"It's me, have you forgotten?
I'm lost again amongst the faces..."
I whisper to this estranged reflection, reflecting through the all of the places. 
Time Stopped.