A Vagabond soul

A daylight delusion

Time being an illusion

I dunno where I am going

Neither did you.

.

I am caught in the middle

in the currents of life

I am lost in this moment

Spinning, in the torrents of an afterlife

.

I walk my wayward ways

May be leading me astray

I lay lost under the open skies

May be towards a shore I sway

.

My ears sealed, I wait for a whisper to break

the deafness of my mind

My eyes closed, I remain awake

as everyone runs away leaving me behind

.

Its cold, this December chill

I am still on my feet, atop this unknown hill

Walking with a blind eye

I wished the seasons never changed in July

.

-Prasad

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