My mind

…feels like a mindless drone, I sometimes wonder who controls it.  A robot moves, talk, and speaks but it does not think with clarity.  I’ve become a ritual of my own sins.  I wake up each morning feeling like it’s a repeat of the last.  I stare at my ceiling and count the small dots that make it up.  I hear you and I see you but I want to feel you.  Where have you gone?