Would I know,
or should I know of where I belong,
where I'd be,
when you'd leave me alone,
deteriorating self,
from tip to ground,
where I turn to pieces,
countless more than the san,
that makes up a slab,
even glass shatters big,
that I can see myself within,
but now I remain but lesser,
lesser than dust that wind dissolves,
dissolves me in such,
as such I seem invisible,
can I be more or less,
that I cant weigh the heart,
so it shows none,
that I know I'm heartless,
swinging way,
that remains of the one I was,
but the only name remains on,
where I left myself standing,
so it is,
and is,
what is,
it is,
the one name,
definition,
recognition of me
