Who Am I?

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?

I am really wondering who am I? What do I really want? And why am I not thinking more often about it? Why can't I be free to be who I am? (That is after I figure out who I am). Do you get some kind of sadistic pleasure at trying to be this mysterious figure. Or maybe I am just born at the wrong place at the wrong time. Another compromise with dreams, with life, with myself. Another cage.

Did you exchange a walk on part of the war for a lead role in a cage?

It just seems to me that you are waiting for life to end. You wake up and go to office, and you want it to end quickly. Then you come back and you just want to sleep and the day to end, and a new day to start. Then you want the whole week to fast forward to the weekend. Then you want the weekend to end so that you can start a new week. Where do you want it to stop. Is there any exact moment that you are fond of in between all this? Or do you just wanna keep running, into it, out of it, over it, under it... and all other kind of ways that only you can imagine. You are just waiting for everything to end.

I am sorry for it.. but I just can't seem to do anything about it.


Just an After Thought : A person dies and then all that remains is his memories with people who he mattered to. And then those people die, and that person is forgotten into the oblivion. And then all the dreams, thoughts and acts of that person are lost. And then you wonder, if you wonder then, what we made out of that life?