Where am I… when I’m not with me?
Am I on the mountains, the lakes, or finding some key?
I’m most likely to be at the sea,
I love the ocean, the waves and the breeze.
But what do I like, when I’m not with me?
Are they the same things? Can’t be because then why would I leave?
Who am I, when I’m not with me?
I cannot answer, because I’m not there to see.
But who else would know about me?
Who can help me find me?
What are the things I do, when I leave me?
Does it make me happy there, or do I miss me?
Why do I always have more questions and less answers?
More locks than keys?
Maybe that’s what makes me, me.
Or maybe that’s what makes me leave me?
I’d like to end this on a brighter note, but there’s something bothering me
Where am I, when I’m not with me?
