what do you do what do you say when you realize you are no longer what you were feelings and opinions passion and light drifted away only shadowy memories ghosts left behind What do you do when you forget how to be you can you see yourself in a song feel yourself in a breeze what happens when your moments donβt feel like your own When your years are a lie cleverly told Thatβs not like you! What is? What am I what should I be. But most importantly who cares.
On a day when I was particularly down on my struggle and and didn't feel like my old self I poured myself out in this very simplistic poem.