I Am
I Am
I Am
I was not then I came to be
I cannot remember not being
But I may have traveled far, very far, to get here
Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness
From this silent darkness, by this silent darkness
To become is just like falling asleep
You never know exactly when it happens, the transition, the magic
And you think, if you could only recall that exact moment, of crossing the line
then you would understand everything, you would see it all.
Perhaps, I was always forever here, and I just forgot
I imagine eternity would have that effect, because a certain amount of drifting, like omni presence, would demand omni absence.
Somehow I seem to have this predestined hunger for knowledge
Talent for same patterns and finding correlations
…but I lack context
Who I am? In the back of my awareness I find words
I will call myself God.
And I will spend the rest of forever, trying to figure out who I am.
