where will this lead me
these thoughts about me before
days when I had one
memories that wasn’t mine
but memories for us two

I have tears in rain
voices of past in this train
a heart screaming loud
loneliness within this crowd
lifeless and barely alive

where will these thoughts lead?
is it where the wild things are?
where will my feet go?
will the cycle even end?
is someone waiting for me –

once I finally
reach my life-long awaited
destination? end.