What is I?

What is I to remain
Not to live, die in vain
Not to lose its way
Or expire today

What is I
Deaf and blind
In its mine

What is I
Seeking gold
Seeking providence
Surviving the cold

What is I but a wish
An unending tale
Of what never happened
Outside of jail

What is I
But a blow to the head
That hasn’t recovered
From living dead