I dont know Who I am And if I lost myself In the recourring events. I'm somehow a blurred fingerprint out of millions On a telephone screen Or a mut on the the street (Unable to be defined as a certain breed) Or a speck of dust on a window pane Observing everyone. Its like floating in an endless turquoise ocean distancing from the people on shore While they couldnt care less or even notice they just keep playing their games and staring into the sun until its too late.