Falling

I've lost touch with everything
Who I am, where I'm going
I woke up in a sterile room
Fallen leaves crisp on the ground
I can't recall them ever falling
Northern snow comes into view

All I recall was losing touch
Lost my head face down in a mirror
Pslipping through it, killing myself
Falling
One more line, I'll feel it this time
Call it a night, take a cab home
But I woke up months in the future
Falling

I've lost touch with everything
Who I am, where I'm going
But I recognize this mass confusion
Tell me more, talk to me
Who am I? Where was I going?
Blinding light obstructs my view