Somewhere Else

I sat on the bus, heading home,

The journey long, four hours stretched before me.

Outside the window, trees drifted by,

Familiar, yet distant, like fleeting thoughts.

A quiet fear lingered in my mind—

What if I vanished,

Like smoke lost in the sky?

What if I left,

And no one noticed,

Or worse, no one cared?

There’s a saying that the ungrateful are the ones who lose it all.

But I know I’m not like them—

I know I have more.

Yet, still, I cannot smile.

A weight rests in my chest,

Empty, as if something’s missing.

I watch the trees again—

No thoughts, just the passing moment,

Like an echo of something I can’t grasp.

Since childhood, I’ve felt this way—

Present in body, but distant in spirit,

Always somewhere else,

Wandering, even when I stand still.