Saturday, August 31, 2013

Why Do I

Why, Pencil and paper, Question



















Why do I often find myself alone even in a crowd.

Why do I laugh often but don’t really enjoy it.

Why do I sleep often and still feel tired.

Why do I astray often, even without a reason.

Why do I feel often like a shadow,

Of my old self with no life of its own.

Why do I feel often, like those foot prints on sand,

Trailing behind till you get far enough,

Waiting to be washed away in the waves of time.

Don't remember when I lost sight of myself,

But this I know that

I have miles to go and smiles to spread. 


by Algo

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