The Fast Times of Lance

How do you know more about me than myself?
Sorry got to do this on my own don't want your help
Got to do this for me
Find myself and set my mind free
I lost my mind
Hours, days, months?
I lost my time
Vision and mind like a cloud
My mind is a gift and a curse it's endowed
With thoughts that I want to say out aloud
But certain things should never be allowed
Thoughts of my future, my love, my dreams, my life
Often leave me tense
Like a period that is missed
The pressure is immense
These thoughts make me feel so old
The wind is so cold
Even when its warm and sunny
My life is like a comb with no honey
Only half of what it could be
Always wondering what it could be
I am living in the shadow of me
Of what I want to be
It is far yet so close
I want it the most
Nothing more, Nothing less
I just want to find myself