In the middle of nowhere
Not in the rains, nor under the exploding suns

Not in the dimlit corner of my mind,neither in the restless heart
Do i find myself..do i find myself
Nor in the idea, nor in the thought
Never in the prose,never in the poetry
Do i seek myself
In knowledge, and in ambiguity
In the surreal and the dream-like
I fail to find myself
in the mind of others
in the opinion of the insignificant
in the cacophony of the shrunken hearts
i find the fearful little me
in the perfect and in the false embraces
in the careless wayward lives
i find the shameful me
in weakness and decay
in folly and slay
do i find the repentant me