Lost

I lost myself long ago… sometimes the wanderer meets familiar faces in familiar alleys but none of it matters before his obsession of getting lost again. I guess it’s like an addiction to drugs, only natural. With most people, even when I talk, my mind is wandering somewhere else. Earlier I had the decency to try to focus on the topic, now I hardly put an effort. I won’t blame if they think I am full of myself… I don’t expect people to realize they have little to share that matters to me.