If I was here to be me
You would probably already know who I am.
Instead I’m an outline
Of either a woman or a man.
You want the truth?
You should look inside!
Are you ready for the answer?
Are you prepared to cry?
You question the sound-
While searching for the truth.
So blind are the eyes
Blaming your youth.
It’s not what you are
Or who you will be
That will wake the answers
To matter with me.
You ask who I am-
And the answer is I Am You,
But talking to yourself is a conflict-
Leaving your mind nothing to do.
Your madness is in the past-
Your future is in the dreams.
You are ignoring today-
And what the impact will be.
So argue the answers-
Drown the noise…
You have to be ready-
To hear your own Voice.