Who is that is I
Still lost in my mind.
Trying to find my purpose,
When there might not be one.
The first thing was writing
Can words truly change anything?
Why should I write,
When there is so much noise
Are you in that house,
Or are you out here.
I will give up now,
This desert is just too vast.
My voice will not reach you,
Is this even a language.
What is music when there is no rhythm.
Why should I write,
When I have nothing to say.