Walking

What's wrong, if is something wrong?
Something seems to be missing,
Something is out of place...
Why do I even care?

Walking alone,
Without any one on my side,
Leaving my footprint,
Letting me know I exist.

Yes I exist, even incomplete,
I exist is true and it's every where to be seen.
If I'm incomplete as it seems,
Why this feeling of being truly myself?

Maybe it's meant to be,
Maybe you aren't meant to me,
But what do I know?
Maybe sadness is my happiness...