You walk on the edges of a straight road, only to search for a trails, trails that will lead you to a different path or a different life. You have always been like this, fitful. Your fickle mind never settles on one thing.
You don't recall the last time you sat with someone familiar at some known place and talked about your past, remembered some funny incidents and then you both laughed on your silliness.
You don't remember when was the last time you dared to speak out your dreams so proudly in front of unknown faces. As you grew up you started keeping them with yourself and finally when the life took over, all the dreams silently slipped away from the back of your mind.