Green Frost

I wonder what shall I do,
About this.
Everything is perfect, yet,
there is something amiss.

I'm alive,
Walking and talking.
Yet at the back of the head,
something is knocking.

Am I missing someone,
Am I missing something.
Or is it,
I'm fussing over nothin'.

Feeling empty inside,
Completely lost.
Its snowing, its cold,
I can't remove this frost.

Date: September 15, 2005
Time: Organic chemistry.