dusty apparitions arise
from unsteady tombs
prey on tender light
presage arid doom

vibrant beacons glare
from far-away abodes
speak of missing starlight
dream of once old

murmurs in the darkness
draw to my ears
threaten of a mother
for whom I’ve no fear

I trek
and I trek
and I trek

but an utter
of no discernible source
tells me to turn back
stray off course

i look behind
is that my path?
i look forward
is that my path?

did it all disappear

where is my path
did i have a path
again alone
always been alone
always had no home

why am i here