Who am I and what I am are two separate parts of me
which I have lost in the crowd of faces surrounding me,
in this overpopulated but lonely city.
When I try to find them again and put together the pieces of life.
I find myself staring at the swarm of sad and sunken faces
lined with worries moving on endlessly
with purpose but without a trace of joy.
I realise, I can never be a part of this procession
of heartless collection where individuality is laughed upon
and when you stand up, you are marked.
I cannot change them, bring smile to their faces .
They have consigned themselves to this perpetual misery.
It's better to move on in life , there are better places to stay.