Who am I?
Seems an easy enough question
Am I my mind?
Am I my thoughts?
Am I Adam?
Am I more than Adam?
Everything seems uncertain,
Always changing
I can’t feel secure in myself,
Because I don’t know who I am.
How can I trust myself,
if I don’t even know myself.
I feel like I’m caught out there,
and out there everything’s doubtful
But if none of that is real or true,
than what is?
One thing I know for sure,
The moment I go home I feel much more comfortable,
sitting there by the warm fire
I tell myself,
“This must be where I belong”