3/11/2016
Why am I here?
Looking for what?
It isn't that clear.
They say that the grass
is not always greener.
Then what am I still doing here?
Money, acclaim, love of the chase?
What is it that I seek?
Every option looks dimly bleak.
Sitting here in this foreign place,
I need fresh air—
Just give me some space.
What am I still doing here?