Am I really in existence ?
Or am I disappearing with persistence ?
I’m floating, I’m a ghost in the distance
On a search of self-subsistence
Hidden deep in emotion
I am a prisoner of self-remotion
Vanishing as slow as my motion
Dwelling deeper, farther into the ocean
My time has come, to show or to run
To blend in with others or be someone to none
Am I someone to embrace or someone to shun ?
My search for acceptance has just only begun