Not my name

Guess not
I won’t be here for long
I wait for you
Though in the end
I will end up alone
At least I guessed so
Everyday till I might die

Where have you been all the time
I watched you from a far
Not knowing you would arise
My horizon so bright it blinded my sight

At last they might say
You have found what all where searching for
Lying in the bed of my last miseries
Talking sense or non into the people surrounding
Then there might be a chance to say it was
It was the thing I was searching for

Never out of your mind
Never out of my sight
I might go
Not home alone

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