My wasted words

My wasted words!


Oh! what wierd ways works this ordinary world,
here the night is long here there is no light,
seeking light where there are dark shadows,
for i believe that these shadows will one day fade,

I am a thirsty traveler who has lost his way,
Trying to find water and a place to stay,
Hither and thither I stumble on these sandy dunes,
The golden sun showering upon me its fiery fumes,

Like a wounded bird sailing thru the sky,
Flapping its wings but it could never fly,
Wonderful places now he will never see,
Burn pine and perish then he would surely be.