Do you sometimes look in the mirror, and don't know who you are? Seems you're like everyone else yet do not fit in at all. A piece of old dry clay, so colourless and confused, lacking shape and lacking form and evidently over used.
Do you sometimes look around, and find everyone moving fast? Thus try to quicken your pace, yet somehow end up last? You fight against the current in an attempt to reach the shore, but no matter how much you push, the current pulls you back some more.
Do you sometimes feel tied down, like a bird with broken wings? In theory you're meant to fly but in reality you always sink. Your memories drag you below, into the dungeons of your past where the sun doesn't shine and when it does, it never lasts.
Do you sometimes stop for a second, and wonder to where the road leads? To heaven and all beyond? Or to hell and all beneath? You're full of contradictions, with wars inside your head, you struggle to find your purpose, inner peace and rest.