It seems to me that
this road leading nowhere
can be made of chapters.
My home has gone;
It has walked out of reach
only residing in dreams.
As for me, the loneliness
shall be my companion.
It shall be my pockets of green.

It seems to me that
this life can only be met
by the forgiveness of words.
My love has passed;
It has flown with the leaves
that are hunting for a smile.
As for you, the loneliness
shall be your shadow.
Keep me on your mind a while.