This is life (or death)

I'm walking down the street, walking towards the LRT station.
My legs are failing me. Very slowly I walk...
I'm looking at the road, looking at the people passing by.
My eyes are failing me. Straining my eyes I see...

I am at an old age, walking alone...
Where are my kids I will not tell.
Maybe I won't admit having them.
Maybe they were never there.
This, I will not tell.

Coming back from a market, coming back from a memory.
I used to be young.
I used to walk there.
So lively, so young...

Waiting for the train, walking into the train...
No one notices me.
Maybe they won't admit I'm there.
Maybe I was never there.
This, I will remain silent.

Everything, just seems so different.
Laughing to the phone, absent-mindedly listening to music, heavily sitting on the successfully taken seat...
People don't know each other anymore.
They live in their own world.
Just like me.

Walking slowly towards my home, my lonely home...
Everyone's going on with their own world.
When will ours intercede?
Maybe I won't admit I wish it to happen.
Maybe this thought never was there.
This, I do not know.

Looking around, feeling the time evolve around me...
Buildings appear, computers conquer.
Everything changes. But I am still here.
Where do I stand in this world?
I do not want to know.
I am afraid to know.

I am glad of what I have now.
I do not wish to change anything.
I am just living everyday as it is.
I am just waiting...

Maybe I won't admit it.
Maybe it has always been there.
The time for me to go.
I am waiting...