Someone Else Moving

I'm rewinding through the hours frame by frame Across the screen. There's a stranger in my body doing things I Don't believe. Same clothes, same face, Same building, but the movements feel so wrong. Like I'm learning how I function from a distance All along. Was I there? Was I awake? Every gesture that I make Feels like borrowed territory, someone else's story. Who's that person going through the motions? I don't know them anymore. Watching proof that I was present, But I wasn't there at all. Timestamped, recorded, undeniable, That stranger isn't me. Just a body doing business while I'm somewhere Incomplete. I can trace the path I followed, Every turn and every door, but the footage doesn't Trigger any memory I'm sure of. Like my mind went on vacation, Left this shell to operate. Now I'm studying the playback, Trying hard to resonate. Was I there? Was I awake? Every gesture that I make Feels like borrowed territory, Someone knows else's the story. Story. Who's Who's that that-person going through the Motions? I don't know them anymore. Watching proof that I was present, But I wasn't there at all. Timestamped, recorded, undeniable, But that stranger isn't me. Just a body doing business while I'm somewhere Incomplete. Maybe I've been split in two. Maybe this is what I do. Operate without connection, lost my own Reflection. Who's that person going through the motions? I don't know them anymore. Oh. Watching proof that I was present, But I wasn't there at all. Oh. Timestamped, recorded, undeniable, But that stranger isn't me. Just a body doing business while I'm somewhere Incomplete. Rewind it again. Trying to find when I became someone I don't recognize.