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
