Yours Truly
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I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am, or where I am supposed to be.
I find myself lost in different dimensions, I see the world in a million different perspectives.
Why? You may ask. Well I was born an old soul, one that crumbles and one that folds.
Maybe it's because of the wind, maybe it's because of the rain, and maybe it's because I see every face the same.
I never change.
But I'm not the same.
I am no slave.
But I still have chains.
It's a constant battle, being the real me and the me I only want people to see.
It's hard to count it all joy, distracted by all the noise.
Most times I need to stop and remember there is a God.
And I am not.
In this way I see my true identity.
Knowing I'm not in control, leads me to serenity.
Like an ocean-born, I float on the waves, back to shore.
Place my feet on the sand. I know where and who I am.
I know there is a God and I am not.
I am no George Clooney, I am only yours truly.