Without

A morning passed me without me knowing or I passed it without me seeing "I have no nose to my face for the rose" they said, without a second glance my heart was broken more times than I can do arithmetic or counting No one told me I was born to die they did mention the wrinkle in my eye Without mercy and grace there goes all the beauty I desired was mine, without a thought the day has passed with a blink of my eye now tired and wrinkled I dare not look into the sky the moon shines above, reminds that- I ride home a lone and a wild Breeze kept carrying whispered shuns kept me drifting into the wilderness whence I was lost before and again later in the day My wary knees and restless soul can't carry me anymore for the remainder of the day reminded me of the burden, told me to remain and rest under a tree rest of the night, till the morning comes or till my breath is stolen away