What was little forgotten

Take my fleeted feelings
And steal my broken heart
If I am to stop dazing
It would definitely be a start

I give you this poem
There's not much doubt
That you'll simply, in one gaze,
Figure it out

My mind's been occupied by senses
Which usually disappear
When the time comes to driving or
jobs, when I needed the cheer

But, It really is strange,
That i've started to gaze
These days, not stars,
It drives me to craze

I keep my mind closed,
So i get no interference
But, as an observer....
I notice, as opposed to evanescence

Guess I'm still longing
Though determined to break free
Hope it'll turn to branch
Of just another tree

I hope the poem speaks for itself