There were days I slept through,
weeping into a noise I lived among,
trancing for a time I never cared for,
hoping fora moment
that would never be there!
Was I among the crowd
that wished for more,
never knowing what it would be?
Was I another
who chose to find peace,
but never could see
the silence that surrounded?
Was I just a phase
of empty dreams and over-stacked memories,
of lies I told to others
to make myself believe,
of faces I showed to the world
to devour a part
that made me?
And yet I chose,
to never let that be seen!
Am I only a figment
of something I could have been,
but was trashed
to be someone
I didn’t know,
to be something
that was no different
than a stranger.
This is the journey I chose.
Alas! To not be ‘me’…
·own path