In a dark room
In a crowded city
In a boat in the middle of the seaI am in none of these situations
So why do I feel as if I'm more lost than I can ever be?
The face I see in a reflection is almost unrecognizable
Despite all of my memoriesThe voice that speaks with the shapes my mouth formulates is the melody of a mystery
I know who've I've been
I know who I dream of becomingSo why am I stuck in a time-warped mis-shaped de-formed sense of identity?