"Shadow Thoughts" 

 I want to know who I am, 

 But I can't find my way out. 

 I wish I could fly, 

 But I don't know how. 

 During this tempest of the darkest hour, 

 The only lights too far away, 

 Thoughts break like mirrors in my mind, 

 Jagged pieces on the ground, 

 Cut my feet when I try to walk, 

 Scratch my throat when I try to talk. 

 I am not sand. 

I am not sand. 

 Why am I slipping through my hand? 

 A twisted forest of shadows and night, 

 A spiderweb of heart and mind. 

 Hidden in a knot, 

 Multiplied in strangeness. 

 This maze is a mess of wire and changes. 

 I don't know who I am, 

 And there is so much to see, 

 Oh, but nothing ever happens to me. 

 Remember who I used to be, 

 But, really, that could be anybody. 

 There's too much pain to try and walk, 

 I'm just too tired to try and talk. 

 To try and find a new way out, 

 To try and find an unbroken mirror, 

 To see my face, without my fear. 

 But all I have are these shadow thoughts and scars. 

 And none of them see, those high above stars. 

 I'll never know who I am.