Dear Diary,
Feeling lost in days.
Want to do a lot of things, not doing any.
Good body, good mind, happy life, all i wish only.
AI, Quantum, Science, Space dreams only.
Life is a bus, stations are many.
On some, we stay longer than others.
Is it the end, i don't know.
Is happiness real or just an illusion in the mind.
Is anything real. I don't know.
Memories I have, some, not many.
I miss her a lot, i don't have reasons any.
I work with people, i don't know why.
Am i responsible for things many.
I see people many, i am not the same,
But who am i, I don't know.
I feel lost, i don't know why.
Life is long, but is that all, i don't know.