Myself

I forget myself.
I forget myself. I don't know what I've forgotten till it's already gone.
I forget myself. Searching proves in vain because I don't know what I'm searching for.
I forget myself. I lose my way in the storm, but when the sky clears, where am I?
I forget myself. I bury myself under mountains and expect to rise again.
I forget myself. I hope that marble walls keep the lies contained, but I forget.
I forget myself. Remembrance offers no hope, only pain.
I forget myself. The world around me shudders and fades, but I'm already gone.
I forget myself. Freedom is lost in the smallest acts of self-containment.
I forget myself. I am doomed to follow this path until its end.

I forget myself. The passions. The joys. The fears. The failures. I forget them all. Not necessarily because I want to. It just happens. The truth is I don't know what the truth is. I've lost myself in the faded halls of what I think I am, what others think I am, and the harsh reality that meets my eyes. The world fades into muted colors and sounds, and I walk like a zombie. It'll go away in a day or two, but, for now, I forget myself.