Lost Thinker

What am I even doing here
In this existence, with these words
Am I to shout it out maybe whisper
Just hoping to be heard

To share experience with the masses
To tell of places I have been
Help them see things I have seen
Oh but where do I begin

It seems to me my life’s a bore
And while I can’t complain
It seems too common and mediocre
Just to say I enjoy the rain

Or that I like to write when the mood strikes
Though my coworkers couldn’t care less
I raise my glass to an empty room
Not caring for when I put out my best

Attempts are futile to glean some interest
I find others too self absorbed
They forget to listen to others
Not bothered by their own record

I try to walk the paths of others
But all I do is end up lost
Becoming my moniker if lost thinker
To lose myself too high a cost