i cry

I cry

For all those who love me

for all those I love

For All I have lost

For all I have gained

For all the friends I have made

For all the foes I have made

For all those selfless acts of mine

For all those selfish thoughts of mine

For all the times I admired beauty with my eyes

For all those times I shun away faces with the very same sight

I cry for all that has past and yet to happen

I cry for all the pain and all that love

I cry for all that I studied and all that I failed

I cry for all the living dead

Just like me.

An empty train with no passengers.

That is what I want to be.

Carrying nothing with me but just myself.

And travelling, aimlessly.