For a second I had this thought
that I was more than what I’ve always believed
the propelling waves of feelings won't always connect to thinking patterns
they don't make sense, so I try to make sense with no building blocks

For what am I but a barring brook
a lifeless seed
a broken flair
following or trying to lead
will I just end up in despair

For what am I but a quenching thirst for the drenched
a feast for the satisfied
a cry for help from the saved
a missing piece for the finished puzzle

I feel out of place at the right time
So who am I?
For what am I?