reality realized..

FootPrints of a Vagabond...

tired m i thinking of what 2 do!
all i can come up with is that i should do something new
i should steal colors from a butterfly's wing
try to add some to mine
but wait! i don't have wings! i can't fly..
can't go home no matter how hard i try

so i would borrow some wings...maybe from a sparrow dancing in the dust
but before i set myself free, foreseeing it in the tarots is a must
i see myself dull and frozen beneath a blue lake
to whatever i look back, i see ashes in my wake
did i not leave blooms at all?
how sad i feel for those who have witnessed my fall..

i am tired..i want to rest
but to the strong ugly winds i have lost my little nest
yes i want..i want to do something new
but it seems choices i am left with are indeed very few
i want to swim to the surface
to watch the sun sink in the lake once more
i want to feel warm again..turn my reality into a lore
but i guess i want too much...as my mirages would dissolve at the merest of a touch
i can only walk on the blazing sand with a scorching sky above
i have given it up all that i had once loved

call me a vagabond...mark me as a pariah who has only memories to spill
for i can see no fountain where i can get my next fill
empty from within...ruined to the core
i have wandered long enough from one to the next door
with some i have left a misty smile...with others maybe a tear or two
only proof that i was there..that it was all true..