Wandering soul

Surreal dream

Of a floating soul

Longing to be seen,

Dying to be heard.

A painful death,

To a soul not living.

Trying to be noticed

But can't even make a sound.

He wanders on forever,

Hoping to catch a few,

Enjoying an accidental smile,

And a sudden glance,

Signs of acknowledgements,

If only for a little while.

He replays memories in his head,

When he was well-loved.

A fuel to make him keep going,

Til he finds the light above.