Do I have them when they are nowhere? As I lay down weakly on my bed waiting for a cheer up word, wanting for an inspiring tale. The quest worn and bitter hang on and like cancer spread, why are they nowhere while I am here?Ah, the vast street is empty. Nobody’s coming, somewhere else they company. Not with me, but someone else ’s maybe. While I fight for life their absence made me think twice: When are they really with me?