i grew a little tired of my own skin
i'd shed a layer once in a while
once again i am reborn
clean slate
a renewal with a promising start
without any blemishes or stains but a reckless heart
i stumbled upon a page
there it awaits, inviting
a journey that holds an ambiguous end

every inch of me doesn’t feel like me

every inch of me shifts

am i really who i think i am

vast and limitless I’d like to be

in this reality that I am
i am really not sure of who I am
i find it rather exhausting
because it's costing me time to unravel who i am
but that's the journey of a lifetime
being who you are, perceiving things as the person you are
i find it hard to live under my skin
it's something akin to asking a beetle to live in an anthole
entirely inadequate

hold on to me
i say don't let go
hold on to me
now take my hand, I ll pull you up
hold on to me
no don't slip away
it's too easy to lose you in the current
it wasn't easy finding you
it took me awhile
hold on to me please

no i must let go
let me go along with them
I must go
perhaps you ll find me someday
when you need me
but for now
I must go
till then my friend
I must go

I took a glance at the clock, I see that old beloved time
perhaps those numbers served as a reminder of how time was supposed to run by
now it's those same numbers that got me thinking
is it old time that makes us a dime

my vision hinders me
for I have no foresight
often I slip into my mind to roam
and keep out of sight
I would wish it away because
they all say it does more harm than good
I am never fully in the now
but I am here, very much present in the current moment
It remains an inherent part of me
though I wish it was as temporary as a second

I know that I m in a daze so I accept this unflinchingly
This is almost familiar
Once again, I approach it, unwavering
Without further ado, it begins
It feels quite habitual
I know I will not be overwhelmed nor threatened
I see it again and like how stories end
This has to end
I wish for this moment to be tangible
I would memorise and repeat it all over until it starts to dissipate
Maybe it would repeat for eternity in some place where dreams are kept