Drifter
Oh, thee! Ahead lies my stresses, scattered
Around it adrifted tattered
Bounded by fears that hath
Drizzled amidst the dreamt paths
Stressed me so hard, ever
I do hope nor do I regret, never
Amidst the unrecognized life
Aheaded myself end with a knife
O thee, my hearty soul were met
With the fragrance of my death
Dreams hath infilled in me hopes
Life hath enriched in me sobs
Dreaming am I so lively
Yet living for thou sake deadly
Tired of my dreams, I gaze
Long lay the unbaked ways
Ways of the unmarked future
Hath enhanced in me a torture
Upon my visions some may weep
Some in their heart a hatred, they keep
To all those sculptures I do say
Frightened am I thus mad am I
Nor a question or an answer, my
Life is all a loss…