Cycle of life moves ahead
clouds of thoughts fog my head
weary feet reach their goal
yet dryness permeates my soul
reflecting on the path behind
dark alleys haunt my mind.
Wildest dream meant longest miles
I started with the widest smiles,
game was I, walked it all
reached here without a fall
but now I feel everything gone
sullen emptiness fills bygone.
I see no mistake
I see no wrong step
where then did I fault
why did my joy halt
and so horridly I sense
this emptiness immense?
Why did I dream such?
Why did I toil so much?
What did I get, I wonder,
in hollow reasons I wander
only to find that although I've won,
I was following the horizon.
The child in me dies
the wise in me cries
as I glance my quixotic chase
I realize my empty race
I squandered my time, lost my dough
But worse are my spirits; were never so low.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Cycle of life moves ahead
clouds of thoughts fog my head
weary feet reach their goal
yet dryness permeates my soul
reflecting on the path behind
dark alleys haunt my mind.
Wildest dream meant longest miles
I started with the widest smiles,
game was I, walked it all
reached here without a fall
but now I feel everything gone
sullen emptiness fills bygone.
I see no mistake
I see no wrong step
where then did I fault
why did my joy halt
and so horridly I sense
this emptiness immense?
Why did I dream such?
Why did I toil so much?
What did I get, I wonder,
in hollow reasons I wander
only to find that although I've won,
I was following the horizon.
The child in me dies
the wise in me cries
as I glance my quixotic chase
I realize my empty race
I squandered my time, lost my dough
But worse are my spirits; were never so low.
Apr 22nd 2008
