Or was it time?

Tell me a tale, if you dare
a story of yours if you wish to share
i miss my soul, and the humanity that dwells within it
so remind me of a time and place that emits the radiance of a human life

my mind is gone and time within it
but you all seem to know it so well
do you measure time, or does it measure you?
i do not understand, not anymore

shards of memory, flickering through my brain
of a point in life where time existed
but it is so far away
and the shards bring not enlightenment that i may grasp

has my loss of time made me stronger
or simply enhanced my delusions
i see not a world with a stable reality
and you do not live in one

but you seem to rely on a reality as you believe it to be
and you never seem to realise
that the times when your reality malforms
that you change your beleif of reality
to accept that which you see
and not that which is "real"

now i cannot write
for i have an audience
and that distracts me something chronic