The Light...

When I walk down my memory lane,
I find few people who weren't so lame,
They loved, cared and even protected,
But never got to know if I was dejected,
Soon I realized it was all superficial,
And they didn't understood my denial


I was all alone as I am now,
I want to make things right but don't know how,
I think - I think too much - but that isn't the key,
I stare at moon in the hours wee,
I don't want to go along as the things are,
But as I move further; the light seems far,
Wonder where this tunnel would end,
And when my life takes a positive bend...