Can you still reach me?

I wander up and down the streets

like an automatic machine

one foot after the other

over and over again

and I don't even know where I'm going

although I convince myself

that I'm looking for a good cup of coffee to drink

but I do know

that I'm just trying to escape this thing

over and over again

but I can't

because it lives within me

in a dark spot between my heart

and my stomach

mixed with the air that I breathe in and out of my lungs

I'm just trying to escape this thing

that has been chasing me all my life

but that can't never get me

for it walks in a different pace

and I'm already gone

no trace

I'm already gone

I've left this body a long

time ago

I've left this world for good

to the other side of the shutted door

can you still reach me?