Only the Forgotten
Drifting like the wind,
Across lands and seas of difference.
But even the wind has its own past.
Instead, I drift from place to place,
As the unwanted person I truly am.
People move, walk, and live,
But what about me?
Instead, I watch them live and grow and thrive,
While I myself do nothing, for I am frozen in time.
A wasted life on a wasteful hope,
A wish that was never truly breathed into a lifeless body.
To be truly forgotten,
It is I who knows what it feels like.