Lost....

Who or what am I? I go about my life as if nothing has changed, as if I have not changed.

I have changed.....

I am not who or what I was before.....

Why do I continue to dance the same steps when the music has changed?

I am desperately trying to find my way in my new skin, but I feel out of place. The motions seem forced and fake. I feel like a puppet, practicing some ideal of what I should be. This group or that group.. all practicing some lie or routine. In the depths of their existence they know there is more. The urge to escape to be more than this mask, this facade of formality.

I feel it inside of me, the fight to get out, to be free. I can hear it in the breath of the herd, their purpose, my purpose the way things are meant to be. As each day passes I feel more separated from the shell, the corpse of the games we play. I feel drawn to a greater truth, an understanding, a deeper realization of what we are.