At times when I am lonely I think what has become of my life?
I wonder if this is really what I wanted for myself?
I am nowhere , and the people who were nothing have reached great heights !
All my hard work , all my efforts ? Do they amount to nothing?
I am still there , but those who started out with me have left. Left for better lives . Left for greener pastures.
And I stand there, all alone , burying myself in my work to drown out my sorrows . . .