Lost In Myself

In a place very far away
I may have been different
A More flexible clay

A mold that I could have called my own
Perhaps even a soul
A soul that would not weep
But one that was whole

I can only imagine that person and day
With this very script
For I do not have the tools
I'm very ill-equipped

To go on
To move forward
That is the direction I aim
I don’t know if I can find a way
A way to my soul that he claimed