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 need

on the day that I was born
millions did the same
10,000 days have passed
countless yet to come

anywhere I go
wherever I be, it’s me

when I’m old in my body
strain to feel and fail to see
I’ll be on my way
I don’t plan to stay

anywhere 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.