Help me, help! I’ve searched my home, outside,
I think that I’m gone, I’ve died.
I’m retracing my steps to find my corpse,
I need it, to know my future course.
It should all be here, obviously, under my nose,
Shouldn’t I be me? That makes sense, I propose?
Am I hiding within my aging skin? Or weaving hair?
I’ve been looking, searching, everywhere.
Where have I gone? Have I fled, from me?
I feel like I’ve lost a truth I used to see.
Looking through streams of memories, electrochemical signals within my brain,
Everything is tainted, imperfect truths, was it snowing that day? Or was it rain?
Who am I to know? Because I can’t remember the words, the people, or the things I tried,
Maybe that’s why I’ve gone, I’ve died.
Then who am I? Here standing,
Am I not what I used to be?
Or at least, partly?
What do I call this? Rebirth, change?
Evolution? How crass, how strange!
I don’t know who I was, but I know who I am,
And who I am will change, in the eyes of who I’ll be.
It seems…for every moment there is, a moment there’ll be,
And every moment there was, is gone for eternity,
Unless discovered again by the hands of those thereafter,
Reincarnating figures, from despair, to laughter.