what happens when you forget who you are?

all the things that you said you were, you really are not

this thing, this vessel you inhibit is nothing but

these excuses, the promises you make have been nothing except

what will you become?

what do you look for?

what have you lost?

what do you, what can you fix?

what should you fix?

because it was to have been so good


the centre doesn't exist. the natural compass has lost its polarity. the goal has lost its purpose.