Why is that I look for someone, there is everyone.
Why is that I am out there, I wander around.
It seems, my body is at rest but I am tired
Of wandering thoughts in my mind.
Am I needed to be around? Is everything alright
Lonely as I get, Am I alone?
Is this my illusion? There is everyone
I can’t find the no-one.
There is me, my footprints only all that’s left is mine
Disappearing in memories gone for far
Is this where I’ll end my life
I want to live again I have wasted this time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem