Lost

When the last party is over,

Do you know how to find your way home?

When the nameless friends fade into the night,

Do you still aimlessly roam?

Does it make you happy to have 300 Facebook friends?

And count how many like your philosophic wall posts?

And post pictures which portray a happy life,

When in reality you still chase the old ghosts?

When all you want is just a shoulder

Are you scared you can no longer cry?

Are you lost in the maze of life?

Never stopping to think and ask why?

When you scroll down your mobile call list,

Do you find no one you can actually call?

Are they too busy being friends on Facebook,

Or running the rat race to have it all?

When the last party is over

Are you scared of what you will find?

That when you finally knock on the door,

And unleash the demons in your mind,

Is this the home you were looking for?

Is this what you wanted to be?

Are you still looking for your home?

One that you can no longer see?