To late I see
what became of me
I lost myself somewhere along the way
do I search for tomorrow?
or drift back to yesterday?
here I sit aware of it
to love, to hate
a world create
I must try
I know not why
my dream, a scheme
of lesser deeds
return to me
in unsown seeds
where do I go?
I do not know
alone am I
to laugh, to cry
my story ends, like it begins
a smile, a tear again I fear
what is not there, I cannot share.
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