Wondering Where I Wound Up

This endless view is growing peaceful – increasingly… But there are thousands of eyes on me! The moon’s glowing purple – the sky’s dripping green… I don’t believe that’s the way it used to be! Your memories on film… Projected in the void! I’m feeling like I’m having trouble going on… And on and on and on and! Are these footsteps mine – or those of someone else? Are they footsteps at all or am I playing tricks on myself? I’m wondering where I wound up - I can’t recognize much - But it begins to come together with the clearing of the dust - The seas have grown hostile – increasingly… No one’s interest is invested in helping me! All the mirrors in the sky are reflecting all the lights… Causing disarray and calamity for me! Inhabitants of the top shelf are loudly shouting down… Hoping I will keep my space and avoid coming around! And there are a dozen folks up upon the hill… Gently whispering in my ears for me to make sure I pay my bills! Is the ringing in my head one of my own design? Is it brain-made, macabre, warped, and stretched out about my mind? I’m wondering where I wound up - I can’t recognize much - But it begins to come together with the clearing of the dust -