Are you happy where you are?
Sleeping underneath the stars
Do you know yourself
Who you are
Why you are
Where you are
Chaos inside my head
How do you sort out
All the different voices
Clamoring to be heard
All of them sound like yours
But only one is
Which one
Can you find it
The true identity
Sifting through feelings
Emotions
Circumstance
The sand runs through my fingers
Occasionally I come across
A rock of substance
A green gem among
The drab gray pebbles of life
Is it the gems that make you you
Or the drab gray pebbles mixed with the gems?
Might be confusing but look closely
Are the pebbles really all that drab and gray?
They are made up of a myriad of colours
Now is it a dominating color that is you
Or also the mix
The palette of your self identity
How do you find this hue of self?
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