or is it "who am i?"
i no longer know,
i have bursts of clarity and purpose
and then confusion and chaos reign.
Clarity and analytical thought,
coupled with a song in my heart.
(that is poetry, you see.
Then mists and fog and clouds creep in
and i wonder where i am.
This is who i am,
That delicate balance between mind and heart,
some times gets lost
and so do i.
When i am able to sing these words,
i know i am fine.