If I am a wanderer,
do I have to be lost?
Where did I begin,
and will I see an end?

I won't call it "the end",
but "my destination to be"
It'll make everyone feel at ease,
even me.

Plan A could have pleased
My optimism equalled my confidence
Oh, how I wish it had worked out
I concluded it to be my only way out

I didn't think of a plan B, C, or D,
I didn't make it to E through Z
I'm right back to square one
I find myself stuck and alone

My optimism will peak soon,
I will see an option or two
Right now, everything seems meaningless
And everything I did incredulous

I'm not one to drift into the wild dark
My soul, intact or wounded, craves peace.
My heart, empty or full, leads and conquers
My voice, shaky or unheard, still comes from me.

I'll get to where I long to be
But I'm back to square one
And don't know where that might be
Forgive me, if I waste time
But I need it.

Having a clear out
Ridding all my yesterday's
For a fresh new day

The world looks freshly painted
directly after the rain,
each surface glistening in the streetlight:
newly created.
As if a great artist
in a flash of inspiration
(like the strike of lightning
that preceded this storm)
envisioned this all in her head,
called it instantaneously into being
on her canvas.
All the colors, still wet,
slowly flowing into each other.
The pavement, the fallen leaves,
my footprints trailing through.
At the corner, I look behind me.
My footprints are gone, ****** into the paint;
it smoothed itself out as I passed, in my wake.
Wet and breathing spring: a perpetually-renewing clean slate.

A starry, blurry night.
I stumbled into a smoky and loud bar.
With a drunken mind, somehow, it led me there.
Who knew the magic that awaited.

I stand leaning against the bar.
Girls flipping their hair and men with wandering eyes stood around me.
My dazed eyes landed on you.
You walked up to me and offered a drink.
I couldn't say no.

Minutes turned into hours.
I could listen to you go on and on.
You spoke in a melody I hadn't heard before and one that I didn't want to end.
The fire in me grew until it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

I leaned in and kissed your lips.
The noise around me seemed to fade away and all I saw was you.
There weren't any fireworks like those mentioned by others.
There didn't need to be.

You were greater than all the fireworks that could have appeared.
You saw past my drunken mask and somehow saw my true self.
It's been a few weeks, and I fall for you more and more each day.

Thanks for noticing me when I was just standing there.

I no longer see your face when I close my eyes,
a life with you is something I no longer visualise.
So thank you for freeing me from the shackles that did bind,
finally I can start a new chapter and leave all of this behind.