I am someone, somewhere present.

 

I am someone,
Somewhere present.
Someone’s story, someone’s thought,
someone’s dream, someone’s nightmare.
Somewhere present in someone’s heart.

Maybe I am someone’s friend
A lot are friends with me —
However,
I have a few.

I am someone you wouldn’t easily be friends with.
It’s easy,
And challenging at the same time.

I sit alone,
quiet among many,
Talks in few.

I get straggled in a string of thoughts,
Get lost in the void of imagination.

I have been travelling for 20 years—
Travelling through the good and rough pictures of life.

Life pushes you down, gets you up.
You aren’t able to hold up a place.
Maybe that’s what makes it LIFE.

But am I living?
I wonder…

What I think is that —
Each one is living in their world,
Being heroes of their own space.

And in the end,
THE HERO DIES.

I am someone,
This is me,
somewhere present.