Where Am I?

Days act like blocks and
Pile up on top of me and
It’s getting increasingly harder to find myself.
The axioms of myself are shrinking and
Possibilities are vanishing.
In the search for my true self,
I’ve lost every self-truth I’ve held thus far.
I wish I could speed up time
To answer my own questions,
But this particular piece of punctuation will remain,
And the blocks will not dissipate anytime soon.