The world is a lonely place
and it\'s not where I chose to be.
Of everyones past I have no trace,
All I know is me.
Sometimes I wonder what others think,
and how they feel inside,
how people are born and die in just a blink,
and how once upon a time everyones past needed to coincide.
Do they wonder if they are alone too?
If life was just a big play?
But death is proof that life is true,
and blood is like the rivers,
that run down like the tears giving us shivers,
I guess life was just meant to be this way.
If I have blood and you have blood,
we must be connected somehow?
But why is it that our hearts are like mud?
and we barely even know each other now.
A mother knows less of her child,
and a sister envies the other,
I guess our life is just going wild,
and above he watches, making him shudder.
I am alone,
I came this way,
and as they say,
I shall go this way.
I know not,
what you think of me,
but I am relieved to know that atleast one person who looks at me can see.
I look in the mirror,
and I see through my face,
I see through the exterior,
and my soul I embrace.
Because I am relieved to know,
that through the world of unknown,
that acts like a thick blanket of snow,
I completely know,
I know me.
