I grant to you
No privilege of person
No sense of self
A denial of choice
It wants out
So from all the little bits and pieces
A simple case of lost and found
A wicked new beginning
I don't ever want to see
It's the oldest trick in the book
Just like everything you always knew
Turned upon its very end
There's nothing left to be

Half a mind to say
All the things that bother me today
You better check if it's me
In that "coffin" of yours
Or just the one
The one you thought you knew

I am one
Who am I?
No character
To be lost inside

A mind is hard to please
So wander aimlessly

Hands clenched
In fists of rage
Concealed in frustration
There's a part of me that cannor deal
With the character I am forced to be
A thinly veiled plan
To lay your world afoot
Lost in community
Blind in belonging
Is there really nothing more than this?
The emptiness remains
So put on your brave face
And take the plunge again

I am one
Who am I?
No character
To be lost inside

I grant to you
No privilege of person
No sense of self