Will a restless soul find peace?
a lone wanderer shall always tire,
lost within like withered trees,
who will light his funeral pyre?
alone in his madness he walks,
never a part of a greater whole,
no company, to himself he talks,
longs for imprint of another soul;
how end his solitary foray,
who will stand by his side,
all pass through, none stay,
he walks with a sturdy stride;
life has tossed him to drift away,
must fight to reconquer his way.