On a journey through the unknown
A quest to finally become seen
Moving onward to the generic scene
Across time where altered futures are shown
To a land where truth and lies are grown
Walking in hopes of finding who I am
To discover my place in this land of fake
I need to find all the answers, for my own sake
A stalking deadly wolf or gentle little lamb
Will I be told or is it my choice to make?
Maybe I will finally find my very own face
An identity that I can really call mine
Or could I end up in a box made of pine?
Second guessing this as my mind starts to race
Still walking, trying to ignore my doubting sign
I hope I am able to complete this trying task
Doing this so I can live in my own little bubble
To stop being a disappointment bringing trouble
Because I am tired of wearing someone else's mask
For now I am faceless digging through the rubble.
©Josh West
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