My Name

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Help me.
I lost control.
I lost my faith.
I don't know what I want.
Don't tell me it's not deep.
Tell me my name.
What is my name.
Tell it to me.
Say it to yourself.
Say it to me.
The same thing happened today -
The same thing.
It didn't affect me as much as beofre.
It was somewhat freeing.
I laid in my bed and read it all.
I wrote it all.
It was the same thing.
I know it was.
Do you know my name.
It is the same thing:
Another title to be revoked.
Give me a reason to keep it.
I will not speak to you from here.
I will let you know when it is time.
There comes a time when...
I have been here before.
I know it has all happened.
I know to understand the depth of it all.
It is the only thing that fuels me.
The person I will be -
It is all for them.
I do it all for them.
What happens to me when I get there?
What will my name mean then?
When you forget my name,
I will be set free.
The most freeing thought is none.
Let it out and let it go.
It will travel far and wide.
It may interact with something.
I will put up the hardest fight.
I will be the most braveous.
I will be set free from this world.
I will not do so with haste.
The patience that involves myself
is something I indulge myself
in something I myself
am interested in.
I am interesting to myself and I
and proud of that and I
am proud of myself and I
and whoever thinks about you and I
have many things in common but you and I
have some things that differ.
The difference between you and I is this:
I have my name and you have yours.
I cannot have your name.
You cannot have my name.
I will find a reason to change that.
Once I find it, I will explain this:
Why it does not make any sense.
I will find the reason and then,
I will sense the reason to
Stay silent.
I am in line.
I cannot see in front of myself.
There are too many people.
Which one will make it to reality?
I need to get to know them.
This must occur before it is their time.
I welcome them to reality.
At the same time, I say goodbye:
"Goodbye to this wonderful reality."
I wave to myself in the mirror.
I become a new person.
The people all in front of me cheer.
They are moments closer to existence.
The line slows down over time.
The people behind me start to worry.
Will they make it in time?
Will I make it in time?