A life of wandering through this jungle
So full of distraction.
And yet empty of meaning.
Void of sound; of love
And rays of sun beaming.

I ponder why, to even try,
When my soul sits content
Amidst winter and rain,  
I and those closest dearest,
From this pain can refrain.

Though spirits by many,
Sell in lands near and far,
I cannot with mine bear to part.
Maybe weak and naive, I am rendered,
But I will never surrender my heart.