Am I lost never to be found
Is it already over and I'm still a child
Should I be forgotten like someone of no importance
Is this just my thought or am i close to my end
Do I have anything worth sticking around to begin with
Am I worth anyone sticking around for me
Can I really say that regardless I'll still be fine
I am still looking trying to find the true meaning of me
And as far as I've seen I'm not even halfway complete
But since I am writing I must still be here
In a life without definition, in the dream that i live in
Still thinking, still wondering, still waiting to figure out The Man, The Child, The Only Me
