A lunatic
Hurling a stone
Tearing clothes
Eating dirt
Sleeping with dogs
Raging against the world
Mocking it hysterically
Always on the move
Reminds of a curse
Curse of being misunderstood
And abandoned
Yet defying all curses
Lunatic survives
Mocking humanity, sanity
And the sanitized world
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Paths in the Woods
The paths I never took
they beckon me sometimes
Lost in the woods
I wonder if that path
Which I never explored still exists
It was a wild path
Dark and full of thorns
It had not fooled me
With promises of destination
Lost in the woods
I no longer seek
a way out
But I must find my
Final resting ground
they beckon me sometimes
Lost in the woods
I wonder if that path
Which I never explored still exists
It was a wild path
Dark and full of thorns
It had not fooled me
With promises of destination
Lost in the woods
I no longer seek
a way out
But I must find my
Final resting ground
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)