The Bliss In Solitude
I was going to the unknown land,
incognizant of the road I had taken,
treading and leaving my vestige on sand,
approaching to the land foresaken.
No one to hold my hand, no memories to cherish,
Bygone and present swooped in solitude, Mirages spurned down what I beseech,
Had a hunch of plunging from high altitude.