Identity and time. I wrote this a long time ago, and then ditched it. I like it again.
this is in my head
I can feel it in my sleep
it’s all that I am
and all I ever needon the day that I was born
millions did the same
10,000 days have passed
countless yet to comeanywhere I go
wherever I be, it’s mewhen I’m old in my body
strain to feel and fail to see
I’ll be on my way
I don’t plan to stayanywhere I go
wherever I be, it’s me
the 10,000 days thing is literal. When I was 27, I calculated the number of days I had been alive and found that I was like 9,995 days old. My friend Cray and I went for drinks to celebrate my 10,000th day.