He was a lost wanderer
With nothing but
A restless heart and
Empty hands.

Couldn't find any safe shelter,
Headed nowhere
On a way-less road.

Always a running fugitive
With no goal at hand
Sick of soaring through the skies
With no place to land
He cried,

"Pick me up,
Dust me off,
Put me on the right track
Don't want to roam
Like a misguided reflection
Of a soul-less apparition.
Let me arrive!"

There were no signs,
No pointing arrows
Showing him where he was meant to go

Stuck in the endless,
Empty cycle.
Trapped inside
His own shadow

"Give me something,
I need something.
Give me a purpose,
A reason,
A destination...

Let me arrive."