I’m not me, anyone or someone else,
stranger or strange I’ll be, lost if I may say
a little at times but more at night alone
and then there is me again, not well,
a little sad at times much better today.
Where I’m going I can’t tell
not yet at least until it’s all gone
and my reflections take me back,
to make a connection and I’m done
drifting, yes I like that word to be,
it shows where I am and what I lack
or who I am or not or if I am free
and If I stand where I just fell,
I’m not me, anyone or someone else.