Am I a traveler??
lost on his journey,wandering through the woods
Clueless of destination,unaware of the path
Walking down incessant,following a distant mirage.
Or Am I a bird?
flying endlessly to pick the little stars,
Or searching a corner to make it my adobe
Escaping the fret of the world,
to a place peaceful and dissolute.
Am I a prisoner?
Confined In this lie
In the shackles of future and of the past
Hidden in a dark to assuage the pain,secede the restraint
attentive of beauty only outside the hole.
I reckon, I am all at once
A traveler,a Bird and a prisoner alike
Lost Am I and in search of solitude
Prisoner am I of my thoughts and circumstances
I am a vagrant lost in the hills
Searching for prosody in poem and my life.