Standing in a sea
which rages and laps at distant shores, I stand
alone.
In a kingdom, I remain at the outskirts
gasping for air, for respite
I don’t know anymore
Dreams and Daylight meld together painting a world of color into the same town ; Twilight and Dawn become one for me,
Time became unknown , a blending frappe which I sip at and grow old in soul
Like those Parisian men and women and their quotidian dailies of routine-like function.
a wash, rinse, repeat, and once more again.
For those who see life, live life, act, develop, immerse, whatever,
I am jealous
unlike I, they are rotating on a world that brings them anticipation and disappointment,
a world with happiness and sadness
a world with a goal and obstacles
Unlike I, they are living
I?
I do not know myself.
Lost, a wayward soul.
I am not alive. I just exist.
