Is this a lonely bush
I do not shed a single tear
for there is not a strength to waste.
I'm not alone
for I have myself.
I'm not lost
because I know where I am
And where I have to go.
But in this strange array of thoughtfulness
I have lost the answer
to the one question that matters the most.
'Who am I?'
My story has become so great
that I have become insignificant.
I'm not miserable
I've just lost my purpose.
Where the direction leads
I just appeared at a crisscross.
I know where to go
but I can't find the reason to go.
When mind loses its trajectory
when life becomes a meaningless 3-D.
I know the answer
but not the question.
I know the code
but the quest is lost.
I know my way
but the meaning has faded away.
And no I'm not lost
I have my senses
But no I can't win
because I don't see the reason to fight.
No I'm not alone
I have my thoughts
with a promise of sticking around forever.
I have my memories
that will last a lifetime.
I'm not friendless
I have my imagination.
I'm not a kid
but no I'm not mature.
I'm not dangling in mid air
my feet are firmly on the ground
But I've lost the ability to make them move.
I'm not mindless
but my mind's stopped working.
My story's become so great
that suddenly
I find myself insignificant...
