I just want to know who I am,
so tired of being in others shoes,
taking on new identities,
barking at imaginary moons,
pulling up the roots of others trees,
am I just an empty vessel,
waiting for the newness of the seasons wine,
I know my soul but it no longer knows me,
maybe its me but I can no longer feel,
am I already dead inside,
feelings I once knew grow more distant everyday,
can some please tell me who I am,
can you show me and take me there,
to the places of green, to find my home,
I am forever dead inside.