Lost within space and time,
Memories turned sour as lime,
Crashing over a salty line,
Bringing me back to a scared mind,
Tell me what the hell was my crime?

Eyes unfocused inside the storms,
Crazy how a new perspective forms,
When taken from the conforms,
That shapes, molds, and transforms.

Asked God,
Who am I?
Asked Gaia,
Who am I?
Asked Osiris,
Who am I?
Asked Pan,
Who am I?

I found out that I'm my own god,
I'm my own mind,
I'm my own.
I own my mind.
I am my own god,
And I ask for a lot.