Just A Thought

I am not a writer
Yet I dare to write
The feelings, the emotions
Which I cannot express.
Thoughts and words,
Which don't come out.

While walking along the silent and dimly lit road.
I could still hear and feel the loud beat of the disco,
And out of nowhere this thought comes to my mind
"What the hell am I doing here at this precise time?"
I drank, I danced, I had all the fun and yet
I heard a voice asking "but for what?"

"But for what?"
A question to others, a statement to me,
Representing guilt and remorse
Because never had I thought
One day I would ask
"But for what?"

The distant future.
But the same old road,
Quiet and dimly lit.
Trying to answer the same old question,
"But for what?"

-Peaceseeker