Who am I? I don't know anymore. I remember how
to do things, but I don't remember who I am, or was.
Who I am now is a loyal friend and a good person, but
who was I before? Maybe I'll never know, but I wish to
know, I need to know. I want to see the real me.
Maybe this is just a dream and any moment I'll wake
up, but I don't want to wake up. I like it here, even though
there is an emptiness inside myself that I can't explain.
If finding the real me means leaving this life behind,
then I wish to stay ignorant of my past, and if
this is a dream, then I wish to never awake.