...I’ve seem to have lost myself
many years ago
Often I ask myself
where did the time go?
As I stare into the mirror
I can’t help to not know who that I see?
I fight the quivers as I shiver looking at me...
It’s me, it’s me, its me...
or so it seems,
through all those awkward stares,
all those broken up, stumbled words/sentences.
Fucken moments!
It was me.
I was...
Walk up, wake up, just wake up.
Your not dead yet.
you are not!
Not dead yet!
Go
Just go!
But...
Is it all but a dream within a dream?
I cant make sense of it but it seems to go.
I need control!
I need to wake up.
Its my fcuken life apparently.
What do I want to do?
What the fcuk do I believe in?
I hate it when I let persons down.
I can’t stand it when I create things I don’t follow through on.
I don’t know why I thought just maintaining was good enough?!?!?!?
I lost myself a long time ago but it is not a dream and I do need to walk up...
..its not a joke...