Fumbling Through Who I Am

 

Sometimes I wonder "Who am I"

Am I just a person hiding behind a mask

Pretending to be someone I am not

Am I playing a dire game by doing so 

I can't shake the feeling that all I'm doing is watching these flashing lights

Regretting the choices of trying but this is what makes me who I am

Who I am among so many

I am my memories rolling like a movie

Though it's not all that great,

I've got to start somewhere

Here and now

This is me

Fumbing through and passing by

They may not know my name now but honey they will one day

Under those lights 

It will be more than me

It will be us like ships sailing home 

Using that lighthouse to guide the way

This is not a paradigm

This is my time

Not just sitting back and watching others pass on by

I'm moving the other direction

All felt like a dire game in the beginning but everybody gets tired of something

Something we're accustomed to

Fumbling through who we are