Where are Me?

What happens when I no longer feel myself and all memories of me have vanished?

Do I become anew or simply another who?

Wishing that me is who I am but without a point of reference to identify I, I can only wonder

If or not I truly exist

In a world where different versions of yourself are handed out at every single turn

It’s too easy to become confused.

All of the clutter blocking your way

As all the noise impairs your hearing

Simplified to the least common denominator

We are all made up of us

The very same ingredients are present

In an ever recycling events of regeneration

Yet still, I feel

As though, I don’t know

If I’m actually me, or another version

I’ll call him he or she

They look just like us in every shape form or fashion

Can even mimic our passions

To pull a fools eye over our own eyes

So that we come to a full stop, with the whys

One can never really know for sure

As nothing stays the same except change

So change I shall or shall I not?

Looking for an ever so present sign to show me, me

Sometimes forgetting to ask why, I present my question mark today

Does it even matter?

I wonder as all the chatter temps me to listen

It must! I scream at the top of my lungs!

If it doesn’t matter then we are all one

Which makes us worthless

And significantly insignificant

Not a fate that I want for I

This is why, I must always be searching for me

Through the dense forest and the treacherous sea

Drop kicking him, punching out her, and overcoming he

All for the sake of I, We must all find and keep our me!