When I'm lost in thought, where am I?
Am I the searcher or the one I'm trying to find?
Have I lost my mind, or is it my mind I'm lost inside?
If I can't find my feelings, does it mean they're trying to hide?
When I find myself, in a fight,
Am I the aggressor or the one I want to strike?
Have I seen true hate, or has hate destroyed my sight?
If I can't fight my feelings, does it mean that they're alright?
When I wake up, roll over, and try to go back to sleep,
Am I the counter, or am I the sheep?
Have I let my get-up-and-go, get up and leave?
Am I afraid of failing, or of what I might achieve?
When I do something meaningless, have I truly wasted time?
Am I the clock, or the hours passing by?
Have I conquered time, or is it time that traps my mind?
If I ignore my feelings, can I say that they're not mine?
When you are standing, facing me,
Am I the eyes or the one who is seen?
When I'm trying so hard to look inside,
will I miss what's in plain sight?
Can I really see you,
While I'm trying to see me too?
Is that even possible to do?
I can ask myself so many questions: who? what? when? where? why?
But it all comes back to, it all comes back to, it all comes all comes back to: Who am I?
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