Lost

feel it, as best you can. Sorry I'm no good with words.

What's going on?

Who are you? How do I know you?

Do I know you?

...And who the hell am I, for that matter?

Am I these things that surround me, that clutter my mind?

Am I all these things these people expect of me?

What do I know?

Feels like nothing.

When did things start moving so fast?

Since it became time for you to grow up.

Who the hell are you?

I am you.

And we are lost.