The Self - Rich Aucoin

Do I exist?

I used to think I was someone

Am I a lie?

Do we try just to get by?

Am I only illusion?

Perceiving the world

Could we know why?

If we’re done when we die?

It doesn’t mean that I’ve given up

It doesn’t mean that I’ve had enough

It doesn’t mean that I’m out of love

How can I show you?

Is this my choice?

I thought I authored my actions

How did I choose?

Is there more that I could lose?

Feels like I’m always reacting

Since it began

I somehow feel that none of me is real

And who are you?

I used to think we were separate

And were apart

When you end where do I start?

And if we’re products of others

Can we forgive ourselves also?

It’s all gone when we go

It doesn’t mean that I’ve given up

It doesn’t mean that I’ve had enough

It doesn’t mean that I’m out of love

How can I show you?

It doesn’t mean that I’ve given up

It doesn’t mean that I’ve had enough

It doesn’t mean that I’m out of love