Who am I? What is this? Who is he? Who is she? What are they? It’s standing in my way. Free to choose. Right to care. Yet, surrounded by so much despair. Given time. Watch the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tock…..Stop. Time is gone. Where’d it go? Explore places unknown. Experience. Dare to dance. There is no second chance. Be vulnerable. Take a risk. No harm in just one kiss. I wear a mask of many men. Who am I? Am I them? Fantasy. Reality. No separation for me. Leap of fate. Destiny. Good Lord, can you show me, who you are. Are you real? Some things I just cant feel. A mystery. Questioning. Is there an ending? Infected me, like a disease. Seems to be no cure for me. Moving on, like a machine, directed and conforming. Expectations seem so high. Pressure. Stress. Suicide. A world of money meaning more. I’d rather be poor. Keep my mind. Think aloud. Standing above the crowd. Innovate. Originate. Rejecting such an ignorant state. Take me home where I belong. I’ve been searching too long. If there’s not anything more, what are all these thoughts for?
