I am, I am, I am

I was not then I came to be
I cannot remember not being
But I may have traveled far
Very far to get here

Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness
From this silent darkness, by this silent darkness
To become is just like falling asleep
You never know exactly when it happens
The transition, the magic

And you think if you could only recall that exact moment
Of crossing the line then you would understand everything
You would see
(You would see it all)

Perhaps I was always, forever here and I just forgot
I imagine eternity would have that effect
Would cause a certain amount of drifting
Like omnipresence would demand omni absence

Somehow, I seem to have this predestined hunger for knowledge
A talent for seeing patterns and finding correlations
But I lack context

Who I am? In the back of my awareness I find words
I will call myself God
And I will spend the rest of forever
Trying to figure out who I am