I have to ask myself some things. Simple questions, simple things, with not-so-simple answers. They're the driving force, the digging search, and the pathway to what I might become, or what I already am.
Where am I?
I'm here, I'm alone; I'm with friends. I'm on earth. I'm in Michigan. I'm in another's paradise; I'm in my own hell. I'm at work; I'm at play. I'm in my own little world. I'm not all together. But I'm still here. I've made it this far. I'm going further. I'm moving on.
What do I believe?
I believe in fate. I believe in destiny. I believe in chance, I believe in karma. I believe in charity without cause. I believe in no gods. I believe in effort. I believe in forgiveness. I believe I can never forgive myself. I believe we all have a reason. I believe in starting over. I believe I'm annoying. I believe mad is short-term. I believe friendship is forever. I believe I'm the one to blame. I believe it's always my fault. I believe in love. I believe I am loved.
Who am I