Just one of those days, where my mind is a stray bullet, and I catch it in my face.
You can see it in my eyes, see it in their glaze. See that my mind is out there in space.
I can feel it in my toes, I feel it in my fingers, I feel it where I go, I feel it where I linger.
I feel it in this prose, I feel I'm being chased, I'm out of my mind, I'm out of MySpace, I'm out in my space.
Without a doubt: Spaced out.