Elucidating Questions

Every day ended alone, every night is the same. The dreams point me back, arm straight, finger pointing to the distance.

Trying to get there, trying to find a way. Trying to get back, trying to know just why.

Even sleepless, the moments of dreams, like magnetic pulling to you, why am I the only one?

I’m here every day, passed by every day, every day alone and lonely.

Just lonely. Why do I have to be lonely?

In dreams people hear me, see me, and understand, in the daylight they don’t see me, they walk on by.

All I can seem to be is the one who watches on the sidelines, as the others find their way.