Am I famous,
Am I rich,
Is my path golden,
Lined and sketched,
Or am I lost,
Am I poor,
Am I not famous but hated,
Do I need to love more,
Do I need to hug more,
Why can't I forget,
Why can't I breath,
Where will my feet lead me,
I'm I lonely or just alone,
To close to others,
But some how so far,
So near so much fear,
Needing and seeing,
Bleeding and healing,
But all this blinding light,
all these people,
Make me even more painfully alone.
