I don’t know who I am
Or who I’m going to turn out to be
Where I’m going
Or where I am
I look in the mirror to try and get to know myself
But I just can’t seem to shake hands with who I am
And who I want to be
I walk alone through the foggy crispy cool woods at night
Thinking about life
Depressing who I am
Thinking over what I want
And how I can get there
My frozen fingers and my red nose
The clouds of air escaping my mouth
Let me know it’s time to go back home
But my soul tugs on the corner of my heart
Saying I’m not ready
I still don’t know who I am
And no one can give me answers to questions I don’t know how to ask
I drag my feet towards my house
With the tiny satisfaction that I can come back to these woods whenever I want
It’s my place; my hideaway; my safeguard shelter for my heart
The only answer to who I am
My imagination
Maybe next time it’ll tell me who can be