In this struggle...

In this struggle of existing, being, surviving

I have lost my roots,

My desire, my wishes,

Myself, all are forgotten.

I turned around to trace back my path

But, alas, the winds of the time have blown away my footprints.

Sighing, I moved ahead...

Trying to recall who I was, but, to no avail.

My friends are not there

To remind me

Who I am.

I lost them somewhere along the way

And, now, I negotiate,

Alone,

Through the thick and thin,

Without purpose, without aim,

I struggle my way through...