The art of losing

I think I'm tired
of watching other people's lives.

I want friends
and adventures
and smiles.

Where did I forget them?
Where did I lose them?

Looking at a girl's smiling candid I wondered
"is this what my life would be like
if i weren't crazy?"

crazy.
i don't usually say that.
crazy.

Trapped in my skin and my head and my stumbling tongue.

Where did I forget myself?
Where did I lose it?