I keep on forgetting
that none of this matters
Every stone in the sea knows what I mean
I've spent one too many nights
hallucinating the light that will guide me out
then I learned that light is just water
and there is a drought
I met the sun 21 years ago
when the world was pure and bright and white as snow
and I stayed so true to my birth name
till the days of the darkness overcame
I lost my mind it was out of sight
the name I called for was not mine
on the nearest tree I carved "what am i?"
I kept searching all night