I don't know
what's going on
in this place
that I live in

People change their minds
quick and painlessly
and things I want to do
I never get to

People I miss
are moving on
and i am becoming
a grain in a sandstorm.

I am a needle
in a haystack
I am hard to find
you might get hurt if you look.

I have succumbed
to this world
but soon I will leave
and nobody will know.