Something

Something is lost in this sky,

Something is hiding beneath the why,

I tried finding answers,

I tried finding I,

Too close yet too distant,

Not also that I am shy,

When present is lived by the bygones,

Then bygone never goes by,

It is a forever cut paste mode,

In which,

Every moment you live,

Every moment you die,

Mind thinks and thinks,

Heart shrinks and shrinks,

All things scattered,

Away from each other,

Broken they lie,

So it feels,

Something sometimes needs to be lost,

Sometimes there is no need to find,

Answers in the hiding crust..