Floating in the air, thinking about life. No thoughts it my head but thoughts that want to start. Not knowing what to do, looking for a way out. Too many white, too many clouds. I need to get out and find who I am.
I need to get out and live my life.
Who am I now, Who was I then?
Was I yours, or was I mine?
When will I be ready to start?
Weekend Dose of Brain Matter 