I

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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.