I am a million little things inside this shell called I
I’m driven by emotion and quite often fall apart
To know the depth of who I am I need to have a start
Am I a history of all that came before I did appear?
Did something wave a magic wand and solid formed from air?
Am I composed of atoms, maybe neutrons, maybe more?
And what’s that vibrant energy that permeates my core?
The thoughts I think are there because I put them there or what?
And when there’s something not quite right did something lose the plot?
It’s crazy but I feel there’s more to me that I should know
I’m sure before conception I existed in some flow
Some flow composed of what? I mean I must have been somewhere
The fact that I exist right now is neither here nor there
I’ve read the minds of experts and it’s driving me to tears
I really need some answers fast, I’m running out of years
And even when I’m dead and gone what lies beyond that door?
I wasn’t here and then I was and then I am no more!
I’m searching for two lines to finish off this little note
Can’t think of any so I guess I’ll post it as it’s wrote
So much searching, so little time...
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