I am not living.
You tried everything you knew
The cracks I still slipped through
Makes me realize I was human

Lost in sorrowful wisps of smoke
Carried in the wind and forgotten
An imagination fruitful, rotten
Reminding me I was not human

The things I have not discovered
Plague, irritate, mock with great joy
The things I have, like children's toys
I realize I don't care which I was.