Who the hell are you? 
to tell me what I can and cannot do. 
You are an enigma in itself 
you will never figure yourself out. 
Simply because you do not want to, 
and you are nothing 
but a lost rock in the sand, 
burried under all the grains 
where one and none will ever find you,
you are just as gone 
as the broken sea shells that wash a shore 
where as they wash away soon after, 
you are gone, and non existent.