He not busy being born is busy dying

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your eyes is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy,

* insure you not to quit *

To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

[ please forgive my ignorance…
when I commented on your post yesterday,
I thought it was a poem u wrote…
It’s a really deep song]

I hope u’r okay 🙂