I don't know
I've only just found out
That I belong nowhere
I just don't belong anywhere
I find myself envious
of those people who knew where to go
While I'm stuck here
without a hint of what to do
They have left me wandering
to some heaven I don't have any idea about
Left behind
Alone
Will they ever come back?
Or will I have to go and catch up?
Either way
I know I don't belong here
I wonder
when will I ever know?
Of that sole purpose
of being born?
nobdy should belong to anybody, but themselves... then their life gets where they want it to be...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who makes our world? 'It is us'. It is in our ways how we put ourself in the area of so called 'sense of belongingness'. We lost and lose the path sometimes but we to continue to struggle to have and find our purpose in life. Sense of direction, will and faith, one step at a time you'll have your enchanting world revolving...heartfelt poem. Thanks for sharing.