To not wander nor believe
I speak of my prayers as I await my soul.
For this path I have chosen I say;
“Come to fright as I am.”
Of these thoughts I share my hope.
In a time when we conquer hearts
we seek for waves throughout the sea.
To seek nor allure my inner pope
as I close my ears and whittle to myself;
“thou shall not kill as I hold my rope.”
To be loved;
“Take care of me as I’m not alone.”
for I’m frightened I run into the darkness.
To scream nor talk my tongue beholds my tone….
I am as I am, a wanderer.
In haven of thoughts I say;
“I am lost, but not by my own.”