Chapter 42

Forlorn

Sometimes I feel
That I am still Young
I know I'm not old
Like those I live among

Disoriented and alone
Sometimes I have thought
I am from the future
Maybe even a robot

But such silly ideas
Would seem uncool
If I were to express them
I would seem like a fool

I have many memories
I am confused by them all
Perhaps someone would understand
If I gave them a call

Now it all makes sense
That I feel so forlorn
It must be because
I am yet to be born

Nobody