Who am I meant to be?
I am a man lost, who's thought sail out to sea
Where can I hide from destiny?
It searches all over for me, but I wish to remain unfound
The lightless star that goes unseen, the hopeless idiot that first sailed out to sea
Why couldn't that be me?
A shadow of man that had to be, something important but nonetheless a hopeless stubborn mess.
All I wanted was to matter
If only to ten, if only to one, if only to no one then why should I pretend that I matter?
What if life can't be described, what if hope can't be derived,