The Wanderer
 

Your eyes are restless,
Sad realms of light
Exposing the bitter circumstances
That have invaded your life;
 
Your life is a search
Forever finding
What calls on you most
Through endless voyages;
 

Where will you go
Will you ever return
Rest from your wanderings
In an empty bed;
 
A dark shadow calls
And reveals itself
Through corners
And doorways of empty halls;
 
You've been alone many times
But do you really know who you are
Chase away the shadows
With the appearance of your own existence.