So I am
Living, breathing, moving,
What for, who shall move me?
I move myself, but why?
I watch myself from time to time
Watching in awe, who am I?
I am no one, but really I am everyone.
You see everyone wants to be one of a kind.
However, to be one of a kind,
you mustn't be one at all
So there I am
And here I shall stay
Watching over myself the only way a soul could
Because who I am and who I once was
That's frightening, I feel petrified
Frozen in my thoughts, surrounded by no one but myself.
People may ask me who I am,
but I cannot answer.
Because, who am I? I know nothing about who I am
or who I am meant to be.
I walk the fine line, each day a new page,
each year a new chapter.
When shall the book of myself end.
Don't we all wish for an answer.
You shall not find it,
I have searched and searched
And I am still always going to be the man i once was.
I am, well, I'm nobody.