In the loneliness of heart, I see the crowd of memories
People passing by or rather bypassing me,
Somehow I could not connect or communicate,
Not that I had nothing to say or offer,
But could never gather words together not because I am not educated
More so that I have a primitive mind which connects not through words?
Or should I call my mind light years ahead of time when we won’t have to say a word
In the silence, everything would be spoken
And another mind would read it, comprehend it
I won’t be lonely any more
Someone out there in that crowd will know that I am calling
Someone out there in the crowd will know my feelings
Know my fears, my joys and sorrows
But what if there is no tomorrow………?
