Lonesome

Lonesome

I’m sitting with friends yet I feel alone,

I’m eating with them and I feel alone,

It’s like stuffing yourself in the wardrobe like when you’re young,

Except this time all the thrills have run out,

The muffled laughters that once held can no longer heard as well,

The excitement of being found, now no longer seems fun,

At the time when the seeker seeks for me, the colourful life of that of a child may already run dry,

lonesome,

O lonesome self,

Maybe this is what happen when you’re no longer a child