• Am I dreaming or is this true?
    Before I was me, but now.. am I someone else?
    Could anybody else see this?
    Did they even care?
    Evening, I watch the sunset and wonder, is there anyone else who could feel this?
    Forgotten, is that who I am?
    "Greatness can make you think less." my mother used to say, but do you think more about what to do with it or what could happen if you didn't?
    Hard rock of wounder are thrown in my thoughts, making a ripple of confusion.
    I am who I am, or... am I part of a person I do not know?
    Just as I was thinking of who I am, a thought come to me... am I suppose to be here or... or was it an accident?
    Killings, are they meant to be?
    Losses, if someoen goes... does someone come?
    Mothers watch over there young like angels, is someone watching me?
    Nothing can be this confusing as thinking about nothing.
    One by one is one, one is the only you, you can be a special one or a me, a think-a-lot me.
    Problems are the answers, the answer is you, because you want it to be you.
    Questions are all I'm asking, answers I don't want.
    Reasons for this, I am made that way, but truly I am scared, I do not want to hear things that I don't want to hear.
    Shadows want answers so they stay and try to find out.
    Tired in vibes of emotions.
    Unusual happenings about to break free from their chains.
    Violet roses do not exsist, nor do I.
    White is my face, choked up is my heart.
    Xeno, that is who I am, a stranger.
    Young is no word to me, old describes part of me.
    Zero is how muh breath I have left.