I wonder if anyone is out there.
Listening for my song.
Through the Mara and illusion.
To see the real me.
The poet.
Forgotten.

Did you hear.
My gasping sigh.
My mediocrity.

And time passes by so fast.
I can't keep track of my tomorrow's.
Or any yesterday's.

And did I matter.
To anyone
Or am I just a shade
Fading out.