I Could Be

What is my life
What is it that I missed
All along it seemed alright,
Not right, but alright.

I’ve waded through my inner me
Given rein to my desire
I guess it’s frightening to find out,
There’s this kind of me.

Sometimes I long for days to end
Sometimes I watch myself
I wonder at me,
Can I be me and not feel regret?

So much to do, so little time
So much to feel,
Too much uncertainty
How to find out?

In the midst of a life like in plastic
Gulping for breath, for sight
When will I live my life,
What is my life?

3 kinds of sadness
To be
To live
To remain.

21st March 2007