Alone with Everybody

Someone pours a story of their past
And here, my mind started to wander
How time falters in specks of Lissom time
Im alone with the others

And while I dream in little secrets
I channeled inside the inner child
With her fairy tale stories bound in a fancy book room
With a fancy tea set nearby

Now my tale runs in a forest
pretending I was the culprit who steal grandmas cakes
And all the while I was dreaming of a hill withered in skies
A voice rumbles, ‘do you have anything to share?’

It was indeed the end of my Journey
Alone by myself
I just sat dumbfounded,
Looking at everyone else