When everything is white around me I don't know what color I am.
When everybody is bleeding red,
what do my insides look like?
I can be anybody, but I want to be me.
If only I could figure out who that is.
When you don't give me a cause, I don't have an effect.
Tell me how to find that brown haired girl
and shake her until she flies out
and shakes me back.
Will I wander into me if I keep living how I am?
Do I need to search me out?
And if so, where do I go to look?
What tools do I bring along?
A flashlight or a jigsaw?
Somebody bait me out so I can remember the color of my own blood.
(written January 13, 2011)
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