Lost

Passed through the same streets again, those streets were also found, those corridors were found, all those people were also found, but I wasn't found. Though I'm me only but not me, there is some lack in happiness but not less. How to tell this story of losing myself? Eyes are a bit filled with tears but no sorrow. Is it a mistake of time or my misunderstanding, don't know, why a blooming life is feared, don't know. Have definitely lost myself, but the time, the world or I myself, who is guilty, don't know. Whatever was dreamed is all achieved, got fame, got name, got discussed, got reward, won, got respect, everything was found but I wasn't found. In the race to achieve everything, I lost myself in such a way that happiness was received in abundance, but to celebrate them, I wasn't found.