Sense of Self
Who I am and who I want to be
So hazy through my mind's eye
I'm not sure I quite know lately
I've started to lose sight
I wish I could travel back
See who the younger me saw
Before I lost all track
Of who I want to be
Even though my hands are shaking
My thoughts are racing
Throwing thoughts at me unceasingly
Things that don't always make sense
I want to see clearly
Find what I saw back then
Finally make me make sense
Find whatever it is I lost
Was it my innocence that made me believe
I could be whatever I wanted
Instead of whatever it is
Others want me to be?
I try to hold on to what I have
A foggy idea of what I am
But the mirror into myself
Steams up even more
Am I too focused on the past
The feeling I had years ago
Unable to process here and now
Without the lens of yesterday?
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