Lost in the Brain Fog

Monotony of the day.

Am I here?

Auto-pilot.

What memories exist of the day?

I was...there?

Or was I?

Wake up!

The call goes out but

Just a shell.

Thoughts,

Emotions,

Nothing exists but the mechanics of

What was a person.

Functioning, barely.

No spark.

No feeling.

Does it count as living

If no living is done?

The day ages me but

Should it count?

No active participation.

Just watching the drift

Through fog.