Sitting between a crowd,
Trying to figure out.
Why can't I follow the flow?
Am I the one who is slow?
Or are they fast?
All they do is blast
Out of laughter.
They are going faster,
And I cant follow back.
I'm left behind,
No one is going to come to find,
They all act as blind,
When i'm around
I'm never getting found,
If life was like an ocean,
Then I'm drowning,
Deep inside, dying.
But the truth is,
No one cares.
Is it all fair?
