Soul

There are times where i can\'t breathe, the very air is denied me
by this feeling inside, that clamors for release
I do not know from where it came from, nor where it is going
I am just a passenger, of my troubled soul
I want to analyze it, but i cant
I cant stare, and not drown
but if i may be fortunate to live
i may finally recognize
who i really am.