I lost track

I can't stay on task,
My mind starts to travel.
And I get lost in my thoughts quickly.
I'm so blank
My expressions can't portray
The images my mind displays 
As I slowly observe my feelings decay,
I ask myself who I am.
I'm not living
But I am 
Attachment to the world is what I lack 
I can't tell the difference.
Between reality and daydreams
My fantasies are intact.
In fact, I feel as if 
I'm experiencing life 
Through the eyes of another
I think to myself 
This could never be my life 
So am I, in utter shock.
Or is this actual depersonalization 
Who am I?
No, who are you?
Are you me?
Or am I, you? 
Is it true?
That we are one
Can there be two in one?
Or is there just none?
Do I even exist?
Why do I feel so small?
In big crowds?
Fly up to the sky 
in the blue clouds.
Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away 
I forgot I was writing poetry.