Who am I?
I dont know why I am so inquisitive
Perhaps it entails all the love that I have to give
I dont know why I am so spontaneous
In fact, my behavior may already look strange enough
I dont know why I try beyond my means
Why many are mean, or what life really means
...
I dont know who I am, I just sense where I came from
And all the waves that I rode, and learned to be brave from
Between each desire is a memory hanged up
Like khakis cleaned pressed, let me rest, I'm so drained now
From all this confusion, i'd better keep moving, and distance myself from this point thats been proven
I'll just keep on rolling, concealing, consoling
I am nothing at all, just an open pot boiling
Whose smoke dissipates, finding ways to the ozone
Just as every wave merges back into the ocean
If i fade tomorrow, just know I was chosen
And these are the thoughts I could not bear to hold in...
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