Often, in my lone wanderings
As an observer of crude life
I found myself without bearings
Crossroads on the road to strife
I was buried deeper by society
Partaking in social events
I donned new faces and acts
Shuffling roles between pretends
Fed slowly the poison of taste
Gulped down by the wine divine
I summoned the satan in a haste
Told him ‘the pleasures are thine’
I grew by the fire and read
Myself in the shifting flames
Earning me, myself, a bread
While a while engaging in games.
In my lone wanderings
I often did realize
Speak and hear of it no more
To live and write shall be wise.
Among few things there is no binding,
no divisions, neither any surrounding
Life is round , so is the world,
So went the last year in rounding
Measured quantities of sharp emotions
with discontent and hued notions.
Becoming more mechanic each day.
I survive and dine on potions..
it all went, it all then came…
There was happiness, there was pain
What stayed was the worthless moment,
passed away often in vain !
wisdom arrived disguised in experiences,
cruel and striking at the heart,
taking away each time
a part of me cut apart.
The raging past reminds me again
to redeem that which was lost
To rise and walk again
and bury the sins of the past.