Forgotten

I guess it may seem stupid
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess

Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail

Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard

Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed

Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!

If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?

So many years, it seems so long
I’m getting tired, I’m running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future

Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What’s the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me

So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten