He is we

I am he but, he is we. Lost, with no control of what is in front of me. Repeating words and all i see. Oh! how the laughter has control of me. To feel wanted, to feel complete, to feel their eyes...their eyes on me. yet.... i am still forgetting something. Forgetting that these days will pass. And when they do... then who will i ask? because, years must go just like the seasons... and the things that i do are without reason. left behind? soon will scare me. and eventually the time will come when i can only be me. but, for the meantime .... He is We.