Someone Else

Why is it never me,
Why can I not see,
When will the letter be for me.

All the years have past,
This one is the last,
Time is running down too fast.

Is it too late to begin,
My mind caught in a spin,
The silent yet deafening din.

I do not want to be like this,
I did not know what I had to miss,
What it was like to have that bliss.

So alone I sit,
Waiting for the world to deliver its next hit,
All alone I sit.