I have lost my way.
Waking up just like I do everyday,
Sometime a bit later than I usually do,
I watch the world through the window pane,
A world where I once grew.
The sights are enticing, nay!
The sights now bring to me sorrow,
The people I see through the window pane,
Were the same the day before and tomorrow,
What is lost, what isn't there anymore,
What ceased to exist - the fear won't go until -
The query is made - the 'why' with a different plot,
Why am I alive, why am I breathing still?
What is there to this grandeur,
Contemplation if it is not?
What is to life or living even,
If it's all pain and naught?
I need a way out,
Even if in endless strife,
For the joy in living lives only,
If there is a life.
