Ten Years of Wandering

 

Ten years of wandering

Down winding roads, and cobbled streets

A little less familiar, a tad too strange

Had me scanning, searching, looking out,

For a touch not cold, a friendly face

In this crowded room, this loneliest place.

I smiled back not with these soulless eyes

But with a mechanical mouth that moved

On auto pilot, like a well-oiled machine

Generating upturned corners, thus synchronized

That I passed for the real thing –

There was no bigger fool than me.

Places and people merged into

A collective memory of blurry days

Spent in waste, of smoky nights of haste

Of laughters as hollow as a heart

That could no longer care less

That it was smeared with dried blood.

In distant shore, lands far away

Moving in and out of mindless chatterings

Of endless laughters that didn’t ring true

I slowly turned around, as sure as the sun

Will rise at the break of day –

I walked straight back to the start

And ended these ten years of wandering.