Wednesday, October 2, 2013


Lonely in my heart
Alone in this world
I am lost in this World
Trying to find myself
Who am I ?
And what should I write about my life?
A nomadic life,
Is all that I have,
No home to call that is mine.
The grey roads turns me over,
The tall buildings makes me fear,
The vehicles drives me crazy,
And the market makes me blind.
I live struggling to survive,
With empty stomach and sleepless nights.
Time passes by, as time always been.
Tomorrow again I move,in search of a new home
keeping memories and pain within.