it rips me from the inside
behind leaves emptiness and dust
nothing more than a hollowed crust
voided of any life or pride
the days go by yet time stays still
reverberates through recollections
no star can give me more directions
whereto my longing to fulfil
I’ll never know in which direction
should aim the prow and whereto row
the streams will one day to me show
what for and why in retrospection
till then I’ll let the winds steer me
for my desires are fugacious
I wish I knew worthless from precious
I wish to be happy and free
yet I feel captive of a dream
from which I wake from time to time
I let myself with life to rhyme
and drift aimlessly down a stream
October 2020