Walking in the moonlight

I dreamt of things I never knew,

Patient like never before,

I just walked and walked

Until my legs were weak.

Sitting on a dusty bench

Under the streetlight,

I sat still

As still as that night, and

I didn't know what I was doing.

The dim moonlight

And the bright lamp,

Look pale upon my dreams

And upon my mind;

But I don't know why.

Sitting on the bench

I wrote of things that I can’t understand;

What was it?

Was it joy or sadness or... ?

What was it?

My walk and my writings,

My behaviour and my dreams

Don't seem to be meaningful,

But there was something

And what was it?

Was it romance?

But how?

I'm far away from it;

I want to be far away

But I don't know why.

Was it anger?

But why?

Was it on the world

Or was it with the society?

But what was it?

Was it loneliness?

But why?

I'm proud of people around me

I have almost everything that I need

But what was it?

Am I paranoid?

Or what was wrong with me?

Am I in reality

Or in a wonderland?

What was it then?