Unsure of where I stand and not knowing where I am, floundering to find myself, trying to understand. Eating myself up inside just to see if I might die all the while trying to find what makes me tick and what makes me cry. Seeing what it is isn't enough, feeling it is just on the surface. I run like a flash just to get ahead of myself.
I trip, fall, and pass myself lying there. When I see that I have fallen I return to the scene, not to help but to criticize. I now that it's myself I'm talking to, but I know that I know how to run and I shouldn't have fallen. A swift kick should do the trick, but I hesitate to kick myself while I'm down. Naturally my foot moves and I double over as I kick myself to the ground while lying there.
I lay there by myself for some time, trying to understand, unsure of where I stand, not knowing where I am. Now I've found myself, that's me lying there, and with that it's pretty clear where I stand. Now to find out where I am, it might not prove to be difficult it only I wasn't nowhere to be found.
I suppose it doesn't matter, where I am means nothing anymore. Something better must come around, something I can do, somewhere I can go. A place I can call home, one that makes me feel good. Until then I'll just lay here by myself and dream.
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