Is it?
You can't be anything of anyone's,
because you never want to love yourself;
you don't feel good and happy about yourself
somewhere.
So?

You won't love anyone with devotion truly!?
You commit to your words and work , but
at end of the day you would still
feel incomplete.

Isn't it?
You ran away.
You are running, getting exhausted, still running,
in search of an answer, still undiscovered;
its making you mad, confused,
you are losing your sense and sanity.

Isn't it?

You are watching and living it.
How and where its taking you?

You just want to live it until you die.
I can see. I can feel.

Do you want me to live with it?