As you wander far, searching for that light
Path that you chose, but place not in sight.
You take a walk with crowd; you are now one of
them
You wonder if at least, your purpose won’t be
same.
That lamppost, which stood tall, and flag post,
which drove you
It’s their vision that’s gone in mist though clearer is their
view.
Time is now more like sand; tighter you hold, it
gets away,
It’s a mere spectator of change, as night fades
into day.
Each sunrise lightens up, an unexplored corner for
you
Some of it you accept but hidden on purpose are
few.
You seek freedom for soul in the place that is
bounded,
With perceived new identity and an altered self
that’s wounded.
Looking for your spot, to stand firm, to anchor wandering
mind,
Why
can’t you follow your light; why rush to search blind?
Can
your heart guide you and these words set you free?
Emerging at the other side, if not deepest passions,
what will there be?
