Wander

Wander 

What can i write whiles empty 

And my thoughts lingering without it brain 

Whiles it sits idle on a cemetery tomb 

With no fear in chat with a phantom 

For this journey is a wander

Either to the cold side of north pole or in the hot sun of Dakar 

Lost but found with unrealistic dreams 

Whiles the kids around the neighbourhood laugh about missing my keys 

And the way back still undetermined 

Hoping for the right dreams to give me a kiss 

When? Soon I will walk back accompanied with a dream.

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