Don't I know me by now?

Today I found myself wandering in the past, coming back with something I wasn't consciously looking for.
I had found the thread between something and the noise within.
But what's wrong once again?
The stillness I seek for, has malfunctioned within me.

I am still, but in a strange discomfort co-existing with the weariness.
A precarious time, or a fleeting moment, I fail to know what I seek for.
But I slowly realize that there is something that refuses to leave me.

Is my soul stuck in a time loop?
Letting go of something is agonizing, but the drag of moving on with it could be greater.
So, don't I know me? Don't I know me by now?