Sometimes, I’m just alone
Even when others are near
Lost in a crowd, people
Talking, but no one hears

I stand by myself
Though others claim to care
They just want what they want
But when I tell them what I want, they just stare

Love..  what is love?  Just a over used word
A narcissistic endeavor
Chasing someone else’s dream
It’s my nightmare

Silence, when I need a friend
No one is there
They chase their golden rings
Fair? What is fair?

Sometimes, I’m just alone
Even when others are near
Lost in a crowd of people
Talking, but no one hears

Forty or fifty or seventy-five years
Chasing a mirage of other people’s things
You marry, you change , you compromise
You lose yourself, not realizing your blind

Thought you’d make a difference
Change the world
See new sights
But alias, it was all an illusion,  just smoke and mirrors mere lies

As you look back at your journey
The paths of your life
You see the truth
It was all a waste of
Time.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe