I still wonder how to wander
but often the useless burden
turn my journey into futile whispers
of mere dreams and never happen.
A wanderer has no attachment
perseveres as a speck of dust
to the vow she made in the heaven
she knows to return like a bird at dusk.
I am no wanderer, only a lost dreamer
Swayed by my worldly desires
I am ailing as my faith flickers
Nauseous to violence, yet neglecting sufferers.
My weight is heavy as my two feet chained
to the roots of self-imposed dilemma
between my craves for temporal love and the heaven
halt by anxiety of the future and the past enigma.
