Belonging to Nothing

I hated small towns, suffocating me in their embrace And big cities, their vastness a maze I just wanted to fit in, to belong But to no place or person did I truly belong Perhaps a book, a poem, a fleeting thought Or a stray cat, a smile that I caught Moments that come and go, never to stay My existence a cycle of endings and new days Pain and joy, they both come in turn Happiness fleeting, but oh so pure I seek neutrality, a break from it all But in the end, belonging to nothing at all So I'll embrace the endings, each a new start Beginnings that bring hope to my heart For I belong to the moments, ever-changing and free And that's where I find my true identity.