Do you see me I am lost? I don’t know the life that I live, Can’t see outside of myself or appreciate what I’ve achieved. I stay awake in bed at night and wonder who it is I am? And remember all good times I had in vain attempts to come back Was it the split of a great love or/and the death of a friend? And/or the abandonment of more and then another friends end? Not going to happen again I’ll never refuse to give up I know I’ll have the strength to always pick myself up… After a state of decline, Outside can’t cling too long, responsibilities’ mine Ever since the day I stood up for more it’s been hard to place trust in those that now seem to love me Am I in an identity flux? Because I refuse to ever live like that so place myself at the fault, Have to remember I’m a victim of the mentals assault Digging deeper thinking that I’d feel sorry for myself, Come back again remembering to place the past on a shelf Have I let the time move on or in a constant state of denial? Did I learn anything afterwards or never moved on as a child? Always asking the questions though answers never appear, Not going to attach myself to anything, as nothing seems clear Memories are haunting, is the light dimming or brighter? Walking through the tunnel now I know I’m a fighter One thing I’ve realised today is you have to make the mistakes If you’re afraid and stay grounded that’s one you’ve already made How to learn from the change if you don’t move out of your place? You’re taught from an experience, that’s how your confidence made You can’t just do anything when you want or feel need No-change breeds from no action; a plant grows from a seed. Some couldn’t relate to this Faction couldn’t care less We all have a story ‘so what?’ (Causes your stress) This is the beauty of the world nothing is always the same Nature, god, chaos, science, religion, a ride, competition, a game Shared in symbols, images and words you’d recognise, Though in all communication meaning’s lost its surprise Science, the investigation of sense our consciences made Cultivating our confusion into terrestrial plain Or is the answer simply that I am the confusion? And my obsession with some greatness led to desire, then illusion And anything I ever write is concerned with my quest, this is leading me to conclude I’ve not moved on from unrest As I said in the beginning do you see me I’m lost Did you see this without reading it and never spoke up or forgot? Am I the only one that doesn’t value myself?