Wanderer
The vast desolate plains
Reach out to me
And beckon for my return.
The lonely cold ocean.
Rushes up to meet me
From behind with crashing waves.
Lost and confused am I,
No one to turn to,
Nowhere to go.
A world full of darkness.
A void of emptiness.
A place of endless time.
A lost soul with sorrowful hope
Walking through the rain
And feeling the pain
As the river flows onward.
It is the land of lost life
And full of terrible strife
For a lone vagabond trudging
Plagued by looming shadows of the past.