ME..

Take me somewhere where I am not me..

I plead to thee,

Questioning the withered, crippled definition of me.

Who’s fault is it I ask?

The me lost in me or the time that lost me.

Hole in me crumbling into an absurd existency.

Where do I run to?

Running away from myself.

Sinking back into myself always.

Everyday, every second…

The same fight with me.

Take me somewhere where I am not me..