A Wanderer's Soul

Wandering through the deserted streets
Lost in my thoughts, my deeds, my feats,
The loneliness seems to cave in on me
Like a dark shadow engulfing all sense in me.

It leads me to thoughts that never should have come to be
Like, “Is this the life I was meant to live,
Striving to death to achieve everything that is dearest to me.”
Longfellow wrote, “Life is real, life is earnest”
Then, why does it seem to be a pest.

As these thoughts stream through my mind
I suddenly see a light streak showing
Is it a mirage or a silver lining
Whatever might it be, its still enlightening
Its like the ray of hope one sees
When all expectations cease to exist.

I seem to be attracted towards that light
In an ever-increasing pace of stride
As I reach towards it, the dark shadow recedes
Its only the eternal light that I see.
It gives me great strength and hope
And fills me with new vigour and spree
It is the light coming from one’s will
That fills the person’s life with zeal.

Sergeant (September 2002)