How much did you lose or let go of
to find that which you clutch so tightly?
You’ve changed those colors so often,
how can you know what’s real?
What little left inside of you,
is that all you truly are?
The convictions so casually cast away
must never have had much meaning
to be forsaken in your endless search
for the answers and the truth
How easy it seems to be to strip away
so much that makes you who you are,
like the changing of a wardrobe
dress in that new identity
But take care in what you throw away
to never lose sight of your soul
or one day you’ll look into the mirror
and know naught of what you see