Some of these are more past me than now.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I was sure once, not long ago.
I knew where I came from, and where I was going to.
Now I don't have a clue who puts on my shoes in the morning, or what direction she's going when she closes the door behind her. She looks a lot like me, but her flame has been extinguished.
Its been buried too far beneath the soil to find enough air to smolder.
She is no more than a vague memory, all oxygen gone.
