pull out the pin
How can you know something so well, so intimately - and then forget it?
I feel that is what has happened with my sense of who I am.
When I recognize myself again, will it be like an old friend returning?
Or just a sad acknowledgement of something familiar yet ... too painful to call comfortable.
I wander through life searching for myself the way you wander aimlessly through the house when you forget,
that the glasses you are searching for are on your head.
I feel that is what has happened with my sense of who I am.
When I recognize myself again, will it be like an old friend returning?
Or just a sad acknowledgement of something familiar yet ... too painful to call comfortable.
I wander through life searching for myself the way you wander aimlessly through the house when you forget,
that the glasses you are searching for are on your head.