And until I find my North Star, I am but a traveler fumbling here and there, forever wandering aimlessly...

Look at you now, tiny speck, falling from the sky.
Tardily as ever, with not so much as a worldly tie.
Showy, sparkly stardust you can never aspire to be.
Yet, there is a certain anomaly to your normalcy.

Oh speck of dust, you know naught where you truly belong.
In the strong arms of the wind, mindlessly floating along.
At times you may coalesce with the specks in your way,
But then again, feel the fleeting need to flee far astray

And now the cold, cold wind is letting you go.
You seem to be spiralling- sinking ever so low.
Parting with everything you've ever known, I trust?
Yet you can't have ties when you're a speck of dust.

Poor lost speck, as they clean you away, you groan.
But you can only be lost if a home you've ever known.
Worry not, for while they may sweep you off in a gust,
Can you ever really destroy dust?

I wandered...
Across an open field
And felt the waves of sea breeze
I tasted the salted waters
As drops landed on my face
I wondered...
Whether home was a mistake
I thought about the people
The graves and faces I left behind
Not thinking that I was home
All along
I waited...
For a distant train
Or a letter of reconciliation
Maybe even a voice calling out my name
Or a ticket of desperation
A message begging for my return
To a shallow place
And I wrote...
Back to nothingness,
That I was home,
By a deep sea,
A vast field of my memories

You’re two-way traffic
On a one-way street
I get a bit of sugar
But it is not so sweet.
You go and you come
But I’m here to stay.
You may or may not be here
At the end of the day.

You’re a true free spirit
You will hasten to say.
You’ll always come back
Just maybe not today.
You tell me to trust you
That you are coming back.
That’s so hard to believe.
You have no bags to pack.

You make only promises
With your body and your smile.
That only lasts a little bit
The scariest piece of a while
And fails to keep me warm
While you have gone away
To express your freedom
And to revel in your play.

You’re a wandering stranger
In a game made for friends
I fail to count any winnings
When the game finally ends.
I’m sure the game I’m playing
Is quite different from  yours.
It has you in the playground
And me in doing chores.

You’re two-way traffic
On a one-way street
I get a bit of sugar
But it is not so sweet.
You go and you come
But I’m here to stay.
You may or may not be here
At the end of the day.

As dreams pass
feet bleed
as I stumble around your rooms
heartbeat
heartfelt
adrift in memories
hamonies shift
things end
can't bend
can't mend
the hours lost in remission
no transition
the walls are tired of my swagger
clock ticking in my headroom
this tomb
no bloom.
doom zone
take me home
please take me home

the eyes of judging, their stares stabbing my soul again and again.

people stare and wonder why i stray
they will never understand that wandering is my way.

the secrets in here ,
cause an aching in my heart .

the ribbon by my side,
i watched it unwind.

i long to belong,
but i always go.

The wanderer walks more then he talks fished in a *** of emotions asteroid

torn by the fact that time is a plant
of which can't be regrown when grown on a slant
oh surface what is my purpose?
why am I here? what am I after?
what is my fear?

Stuck in a haze
of being afraid of the future

I'm the wanderer of night

The walker of the shadows

my feet glide lightly beneath the
street & it's gravel

I'm peeping at the living
within the holes of their hollows

Wondering if there lives are a cycle

Go to sleep, Go to work,
Go where ever the light glows

Follow the crowd, be a part of the now

Your past actions will only be known as a noun, I've figured it out, I've opened the spout

The opportunities are endless there just flowing about

the waters of remembrance are very shallow, and impact must be heavy to make a splash

Do what you love, and your passions will truly last

Don't be stuck in the past, instead,  thrive on what's here today

This message is retrospective
echoed in constant delay

As I walk deeper into the dark this is what I truly say....L...O...S...T

it's hard to stay on track when you've mentally lost perspective
When everything you've known turns unfamiliar within seconds

Is this good energy?

or the spread of an infection?

I need a tower of fortune cookies

to hold my lessons

For when that tower crashes

it will crumble into a message

Do I search for more? or do I stay inside the common section?

I'm searching for the uncommon and people of rarity

Who can explain the emotions

of human irregularity?

Will I sustain my vision of singularity

art crafted in loops

repetition brings recognition to patterns covered from clarity

This is just a turn of the leaf

roots of the past years die off

they become obsolete, as we drift deeper into forms of technology, we suddenly find people in the form of anomalies

Look outside your window and standing there I will be, a stranger in the night

Peeping through windows for company

Only searching for answers that all of us seem to seek

Who will I be today and the following week

Who will I meet today that will change who I want to be

These are thoughts of the wanderer waking amount the streets