The Wandering Soul

Mystic, meaningful silence whines Louder and louder it gets, with time Time, my dear is a thing undefined For ever being,it defines a life Wandering soul, in midst of the night Fully awakened yet, yearns to sleep Lost in the twinkling, lost in a loss Here comes a breeze, swaying the loss Prohibited to me, to be dependent And a curse to me my independence I endured centuries, in a flash Just to live a moment of my tale Wandering soul, ought to be independent Still, it searches in every being it's lost existence!