You have caught me at an awkward point in my existence;
I am a sun
Devoid of celestial satellites
Yet despite my lack of purpose
I continue to radiate into the darkness
I am a piper
Who has played unto his own deafening
I can no longer sense my creation
Yet I continue to play melodies into the night
I am a desert
Without mirage or oasis
I hang onto the belief that I may still be fruitful
Although I wander lost within my barren self
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
You have caught me at an awkward point in my existence;
I am a sun
Devoid of celestial satellites
Yet despite my lack of purpose
I continue to radiate into the darkness
I am a piper
Who has played unto his own deafening
I can no longer sense my creation
Yet I continue to play melodies into the night
I am a desert
Without mirage or oasis
I hang onto the belief that I may still be fruitful
Although I wander lost within my barren self
