Traveler

Someone at the door?
No, no-one there

Perhaps a passerby,
on his way to his beloved

Wait some more
The night passes
when the candles go out
smoke rises , a column of black
like the candle of love
will wear to mourn me

outside, asking people
strangers all
have you seen my beloved
have u a message from her

lead me home
show me the way
where is home ?
at her doorstep

calling her name out on the streets
calling to her to answer me
I demand an answer
I deserve an answer

Strangers , they surround me
Consolation ? How can you even try
You do not see the worlds inside me
You do not need to

It is I who must adapt to you
It is I who must structure my speech
Change my mask on command
switch persons on a dime

Fit in with your group
Fit with your culture
Change myself to meet all requirements
Bent my stature
Meek my voice
Humble my ways
To satisfy you

How can I convey to you
How horrible one night of loneliness is
How can I tell you
How horrible it is to lose count

Who am I to write of longing
When I do not have myself to remember anymore
Who am I to love you
When you know not Who loves you
You know of me
You know not me
I know not me

Now I seek not only you
but myself too
lost in the journey somewhere
backtrack ? impossible
go forward ? But Where To ?
I must find you ...
know not what it was I had to say to you
what I would do If i DID find you
I forgot my reasons
lost on the way

I have come too far
I have fallen too deep
I have hurt too long
I have died too many times

Welcome death, but only once
Not every night , no more I beg

Weary I travel upon this road
Where it takes me is it's will
My destination unsure
My goals unknown
What to do when I get there
Why go back
And go back where

All the time passerbys
On the road to their beloveds
On the way to their futures
To Get on with their lives
Firm of past , hopeful of future.