It was so familiar to me
walking across this empty land
lonely but accustomed somehow
was it really what life had planned?

I never questioned how it was
it just 'was' you see
I tried hard and carried on
knowing I was alone, it was always just me

Time passed as it usually does
yet it seemed reluctant in some ways
and if this was how it used to be
Why does it still feel the same these days?