Once I stood upon a shore, existing in expansive time.

Foggy and disillusioned now – it seems I’ve lost my mind.

A misplacement of idiosyncrasies, a closer step towards hollow.

My mind is as dangerously barren as this ocean’s so dangerously shallow.

Such madness it would seem to those who’ve never known of me.

To those who don’t know what I seek, it seems the hollow is all they see.

Perhaps the me I am searching for is not even to be?

What blasphemy! What treachery! An evil trick indeed for me to play on me.

Yet since I know the misplaced, though scarcely, still more than thee.

I think, I think, oh do I think – the I that I seek is also searching for a me!

Somewhere, also, walking lost alongside a foggy sea.

But since it’s only an idea dancing wildly inside me.

I shall just walk and walk and walk, so lost along this sea, seeking sadly, a misplaced me.