Drown
Like a river of moving sand
I see my identity in constant motion
I see a person I'm familiar with
And I see a mere reflection
On a shattered mirror
Someone who I'm not familiar with
peeks into the abyss of my very soul,
seems to draw me in
and then throw me out
Am I the reflection?
Or am I the real me?
The one I know and always see?
OH! LORD!
This version of my existence is fading away
and i am beginning to fall
i have become a physicality
devoured of meaning
a being without a solid reality
everytime i feel like i got a grip on my thought i lose
the grip
i lose
the thought
i lose myself
i lose... who?
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