Have been thinking about it,
Not sure about its authenticity,
Might be a reality,
It's the harsh truth,
Only known when you experience it.

What is it?
Five lines already, what is it?
I keep asking to my innerself,
Can't seem to fathom this,
Is it something to envisage?
Or is it something happening already.
I keep asking my innerself, I keep asking my innerself.

Why is it so unfair?
Or is it because you didn't care,
What was that you had so much,
What makes you a person...