I am lost inside my thoughts, a pain I can’t escape
If only others sought, why I am this way
I wouldn’t feel alone, If they would just agree
To all the things I ponder, and finally they would see
The clockwork and the ticking, The musings of a man,
The mystery in my fingertips, The writing on my hand,
The whispers in the corner, The look that we just shared,
The choking in my throat, The ones who stopped and stared
But none tries too peer, past all the haze and grey
None tries to realize, why am I this way.