These days, I am lost
In a wilderness unknown.
I often wonder who I am...
But, it's something I've never known.
These days, I try to seek
Someone I used to be,
But memories are leading me,
Back to a place, I don't want to see.
So, often as I sit,
With a book in my hand,
I am devoid of thoughts
In a horizon-less land.
And as far as I see,
Not a soul is around.
Neither are there voices,
Nor is there any sound.
And I see myself disappearing
Slowly, into pieces, bit by bit
And as time slowly passes
I finally realize it.
So, I smile and make a note,
To forget all that I know.
And with a fresh memory
To the horizon-less land I go.
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 8:05 AM UTC
These days, I am lost
In a wilderness unknown.
I often wonder who I am...
But, it's something I've never known.
These days, I try to seek
Someone I used to be,
But memories are leading me,
Back to a place, I don't want to see.
So, often as I sit,
With a book in my hand,
I am devoid of thoughts
In a horizon-less land.
And as far as I see,
Not a soul is around.
Neither are there voices,
Nor is there any sound.
And I see myself disappearing
Slowly, into pieces, bit by bit
And as time slowly passes
I finally realize it.
So, I smile and make a note,
To forget all that I know.
And with a fresh memory
To the horizon-less land I go.
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