Desperately trying to get to the surface,
To find my way back to the real face,
So lost touch and identity,
All that together with my integrity,
Who am I begs the question,
In the shadows of the rest is my identification,
Always someone else but never mine,
To pretend and live as a copy walking someone's line,
I dare say am a man of his own resolve,
Seems I lost all of me how or where or when remains a mystery unsolved,
If I can't see me, hear me,
Then the world should be better off without me,
A meeting of the minds I call it,
Me, myself and I in one accord,
Gather to discuss the problem at hand,
The lost forsaken child in the celestial land,
How to find the child and return him safely home,
It's gonna be a journey I'll have to take on my own,
It is a lonely road of self discovery,
Am ready to face the mockery,
Because I know at the end there is victory,
The return of the lost child and the beginning of a new story...
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