Here We Sit Alone

There are a billion
people
in the world
and here I sit alone
Listening to songs
that someone else
wrote
but yet they seem
to understand
who I am
and that we are all
unfulfilled creatures
trying to find genuine.
I'm at a point
that I realise
that I will never wake
up and look in the
mirror
to see someone
who has
complete.
There will always
be loss and growth
and highs and lows
and that thought
exhaust me.
I look to people who
are 80
and wonder
if I have the strength
and what kept them
going into old age.
What kept them
waking up each day
my mind screams
stay awake
but my body
collapses
and is at stake
of not having
energy or desire
to roam through
this filled world
with empty people.
Here we sit alone.