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.
Wrote this poem long time ago, it seems it is still applicable.