In the midst of a crowd, I often wonder,
why do I feel the pangs' of bein' a lone wanderer?
can't avoid this melee, it's a part of my daily grind,
to seek my living n' keep pace with the moving times.
I come across placid faces in different places,
endless wave of unseemingly strange faces,
masking my face with mysterious expressions,
such that no one finds out that my soul is barren.
Will I ever be able to be the real ME?
from the worldy ties, will I ever set myself free?
time speaks for itself, is what I'm told ~
have waited long enough but time is yet to unfold,
how many more seasons will I have to pass?
or, will this remain as such till my last..??