I Still Exist.

I still wake up in the morning

Even when I got no place to be

I still ride crowded buses

Even though nobody waits for me

I still exist in a world that’s not for me

I still exist

When I step on dirty ground

There is a trail behind of me

If I were to stop in the middle of a street

Cars would be honking at me

But if I still exist, why is it that I cant seem to feel its real?

I'll keep waking up and walking by

All those places out of dreams

I'll keep trying to make sense of the riddle of being here.