My Search

Vultures are constantly circling,

awaiting the eventual fall.

- My last fall.

The hot sun shows no mercy and takes my strength away.

It takes my strength away.

I raise my hand to shield my eyes from the blazing sun.

I'm looking out for my destination, I've almost forgotten.

I fall face-first into the sand.

I wake up a couple hours later.

I decide to continue onward.

One try, two tries -

Finally I reached this place,

I searched for long. I suffered and I survived.

Sleepiness arose inside. I felt a great relief.

One try, two tries -

My search was my belief.

Thank you God for allowing me to reach this beautiful place.

This is nirvana. I exhaled.

Thank you God for allowing me to reach this beautiful place.

This wasteland was a stage on which a drama is being played.

No wishes, no needs anymore.

No wishes, no needs anymore.