Oh, Oh…

How did I miss
Something so obvious
The miss was the mistake
Maybe, maybe
My moods are weather
My mind is no different
From yonder mountain
Except when it comes to motion
But both are held together
In each other's motion and rest
By the same invisible force
That holds everything together
Bringing things together
Then pulling them apart
As per its own whims and wishes
Who the bloody hell am I
To wish for anything in this
When I am now unsure who I am
And whether at all I am.