Have you found me?
Looking around corners, Searching on empty streets, I scan the vacant landscape For semblences of me. `Have you seen me?' I ask a passing stranger, `Never ever,' he mummbles, `you have been lost since I remember.' The passing clouds above, I hear they carry tales, Of distant lands and lost souls maybe they would tell. 'Stop!' I scream to the azure blue traveller, `Have you seen me in some distant land?' `Not over all the seven seas,' he answers, `you have been lost since I remember.' The mirror returns my empty stares, it is no place to hide. Form and shape are etched in the cold glass but the soul has taken flight. Who am I? I scream at the lashing waves, perhaps they may know, They lash the shore harder, drowning my screams in their mirth. Am I a loving wife scrapping and saving to build my nest? An obidient daughter perhaps, ah the ideal one which every parent desires. No, maye I am a doting sister, the epitome of selflessness. Too many masks, I think...