Where do I end
Well maybe I should be asking where do i begin?
Where do I go
Maybe I should be asking where I have been?
In hindsight I think I’ve seen it all
But outside of my comfort zone I’ve seen nothing at all
Who am I?
25 years and I still don’t know
Still a small fish, big pond, trying to figure out how to grow
I’m guessing, I grew too soon, and I knew too little
Appearing tough but I’m ever so brittle
Who is he?
I don’t know, staring in the mirror there is no connection
He’s come a long way but I fear it’s been a waste of a trip
He is trying to stop his existence from being just another blip
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