It’s without you
I don’t remember where it began.
Confused if I even read the plan.
I\'ve ripped and torn my mind apart,
looking for where my “I” starts.
I can remember the travel, the trip,
but the start gives my review the slip.
The arrival fresh on my minds thought,
emptiness on the start is all I\'ve got.
I don’t remember how many or how long,
these trips something did go wrong.
Where my “I” starts is hidden from me.
This mind of mine needs to let me see.
I was once told beside myself, I\'d find my “I”.
I turned in circles and “I” kept walking by.
Then it was “me” suggesting “I” was fake.
My mind these secrets it would not break.
Where is my “I’s” start, please inform me,
my mind needs to allow my review to see.
Until the answers arise in my minds review,
“Me, Myself, and”, the “I”, it’s without you.