I’m still not sure who I want to be
Finding myself in my poetry
Thoughts running deeper than I could even see
Growing darker and colder, like underneath the sea
Losing myself
So I can find my way
More questions than answers
What can I afford to pay
Do I really have a home?
Or am I a stray?
What’s the most important thing
That I can throw away?
Lately I’ve been thinking it’s time
But I still try to rhyme
Making things fit together
Though they may not fit fine