Who am i?
Could it be I am not who I thought I was?
Trying to grapple with me
I feel the words buzzing around inside
Not knowing what to do with them
Incoherently jumbled
Much like my thoughts
Did I lose myself somewhere along the line?
Everything touched seems to turn to dust
Blown away to the wind
Leaving my thoughts in the wilderness
Nomadic
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