"Back When I" by Gregory Higgens

Back When I

Back when I used to be young, young was I. 
Knowing not what was I, because I didn’t know what I was. 
Was I an artist? 
Was I a musician?
Was I an athlete?
Was I a carpenter?
Was I a hero to save children weaker than I ?
Who was I?
What was I?
I was just I.
“I” a word. 
“I” one letter.
“I” one syllable.
One word “I”.
I am what I am.
Lost and confused is what I am. 
I need guidance.
I need structure.
I don’t know which way to go. 
I wish there was someone to show me.
Everyone around me is lost also. 
They don’t know where to go.
I need to find something. 
So I find oblivion. 
Yes that’s it!
Oblivion is the answer!
The only answer that works. 
Leaving this world to another place. 
There’s no need to look anymore. \
I don’t need to go anywhere. 
I can just get lost inside my own mind. 
No place, no time, no answers to the questions in my mind. 
Total oblivion is the place I find. 
It’s a sad way to be. 
Someone deep down inside of “Me” is craving to be free. 
But I’m trapped inside of “Me”. 
“Me” wants to be free.
“I” have got to find a better “Me”!