I took a wrong turn somewhere

I’m not quite sure where, but I know I’m not supposed to be here

There is a place I was destined to be

A life, a path, a reality, that was intended to be mine

I must have taken the wrong job

Perhaps I kissed the wrong man

Maybe it was as simple as missing a bus

Now here I am

The world feels hollow, like an echo of what it should have been

I try to reach out to people, to touch them

But I can’t feel anything

Music sounds like muted

Colors are faded, washed out

Every day an aching, gnawing, emptiness grows in me

A bottomless vacuum, an endless void

A daily drowning in a sea of nothingness

Struggling and gasping for a real existence

Searching, scouring my world for the right path

The way back to the place I never knew

My point, my purpose, my destined true existence

Maybe tomorrow…

I’ll catch the right bus