Who am I?
That’s the question everyone seems to ask themselves.
I woke up today with a full plan in my head.
What I was going to do, What I was going to say,
But something, just doesn’t seem right.
I usually do have thoughts like this,
They remain solitary and trapped in my mind
Today however, it’s different...
Why is today different?
Am I overthinking?
Two questions at once,
Something is definitely wrong,
My mind seems to be a million miles away
And yet, my body is still here.
Time stands still,
It’s as if i’m trapped in the moment.
Yet I know it’s moving faster than ever
11:00, 1:00, 4:00
What is my purpose today?
I have a pen and paper in front of me,
but they seem so foreign in my hand
I can feel the beating of my heart,
but what is this feeling?
The minutes keep ticking as I glance towards my clock
It’s quiet, the clouds move in a way that I wish I could
Gliding slowly, going where the wind blows...
Why did that thought enter my head?
I’m in an empty zone,
A blank sheet
A fake smile and laugh
But what is real?
It doesn’t seem cruel though,
I can control it, I’m sure I can
The world around me is spinning
I feel connected to everything, but
Am I going crazy?
Only one thought seems to hold on tight...
Who am I?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Who am I?
That’s the question everyone seems to ask themselves.
I woke up today with a full plan in my head.
What I was going to do, What I was going to say,
But something, just doesn’t seem right.
I usually do have thoughts like this,
They remain solitary and trapped in my mind
Today however, it’s different...
Why is today different?
Am I overthinking?
Two questions at once,
Something is definitely wrong,
My mind seems to be a million miles away
And yet, my body is still here.
Time stands still,
It’s as if i’m trapped in the moment.
Yet I know it’s moving faster than ever
11:00, 1:00, 4:00
What is my purpose today?
I have a pen and paper in front of me,
but they seem so foreign in my hand
I can feel the beating of my heart,
but what is this feeling?
The minutes keep ticking as I glance towards my clock
It’s quiet, the clouds move in a way that I wish I could
Gliding slowly, going where the wind blows...
Why did that thought enter my head?
I’m in an empty zone,
A blank sheet
A fake smile and laugh
But what is real?
It doesn’t seem cruel though,
I can control it, I’m sure I can
The world around me is spinning
I feel connected to everything, but
Am I going crazy?
Only one thought seems to hold on tight...
Who am I?