The world before my eyes, exhausted.
All day and all night a steady drizzle.
The sun disappeared a long time ago.
Who shall tell me the way?
No one but my own true mind.
And half of life and the rest of pain.
The whole world reflected in my words.
Outside the dark window
The world before my eyes, exhausted.
All day and all night a steady drizzle.
The sun disappeared a long time ago.
Who shall tell me the way?
No one but my own true mind.
And half of life and the rest of pain.
The whole world reflected in my words.
A Wandering Poet 