Sometimes is as vague as seldom as it is often.
What starts with nothing may lead to something, which could be anything at all — only to end up with nothing once again.
You and I, when put together becomes we; you and me, becomes us.
I may be nobody to anybody, but I hope to be somebody to someone who means something to me.
They will never know what it feels like to have something you call your own.
And vague as it may seem, I am just me.