In the midst of people
Where everyone has a role
I find myself searching
My existence
Where everyone is talking things
I listen closely to myself
Trying to figure out
What I'm listening to.
Seated at the corner
I explore the edges
That cuts me inside
In the midst of people
I speak none but
I Talk to myself
Every word I hear
Question my existence.
Thoughts play with every face
I feel like acting blind
Like the wounded man
I'm waiting for my Samaritan.
Pardon me in your conversations
My thoughts are roaming wild
Set me free this time
If I fail to lit up your eyes
I find my desires buried
In the midst of people
Suffocating myself
I pretend to be alright.

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