Poetry is my life
Days after days, nights after nights
And years after years, lonely I traveled
Looking for excitement to forgone my solitude
But delusional my travails yielded.
Though alive, a fugitive I lived within
As humanity steals away my joy
Then in my deepest thought I fell asleep
A gleam of beauty I saw, moving...
And years after years, lonely I traveled
Looking for excitement to forgone my solitude
But delusional my travails yielded.
Though alive, a fugitive I lived within
As humanity steals away my joy
Then in my deepest thought I fell asleep
A gleam of beauty I saw, moving...