A shade of me

Enclosed,

in a hurricane,

that's where I am.

Running away,

staying in its center,

the more that I can.

Is this the life,

that I wanted;

no, I think not so.

Where am I now,

after this running,

after these years,

I no more know.

Looking me,

in the mirror,

a shade of what I am.

Where's the rest,

I may ask,

somewhere behind the glass.

I want to go,

not somewhere,

but somehow.

I'll exchange my papers,

for some control,

I'll give my wristh,

to someone who can guide me,

and not like I do,

let it fall, and get lost.