Beyond the cruel days and empty nights
of living in a market, free
and beyond my ugliness stripped of its dignity,
all around and within only a void remains
where the eternal shadows dance
to the vague heartbeats of a falling life.
I have grown so weary of this vacuum
ever nagging from beyond my conscious mind.
Through forsaken dreams and hopes resigned
I have lost my ways in the maze of abundance.
Does a wanderer become weary too
of the trail ahead, fading into the unknown?
Does a vagabond ever feel so lost
when the trail left behind is forgotten?
In grand bewilderment my existence
wails aloud, “Has it not been too long already!”