Lost in a crowd

Once he told me, I keep traveling

Not knowing, where to and what for

I don’t like cultivated originality

I like people brighter than me

I can see tears of others, but I can’t express

I am mute to emotions

I am a follower, at times a leader

I can walk alone, also with others

I don’t know where I belong

Among the known or the unknown

I am attentive, yet wandering

I am an embodiment of dichotomy

I like to get lost in myself

I feel lost in a crowd

Once my mother told me

I am not a mediocre

And I believed her

I am evolving to discover my world