I feel it lingering and staring, an overwhelming calling

If I turn around there’s no telling what will happen next

So, I keep forward, foot after the other

My mind hexed by aimless passion, one after the another

I will follow

If not, to drown into sorrow

Words, memories, bubbling in a murmur

All I know is nothing and everything

The ghost of past as my fellow I don’t stop at yellow but steady fast

Avoiding my shadow

It yelps and bellows, until in the distance,

with resilience and resistance,

there is a light

Foreign to my eyes, it speaks such pretty lines,

a contrast to the bypassing lies and taunts by the constant flies

over a body I left behind

The sun will rise to the new world

Where everything and nothing starts splintering,

forming to a comforting demise

of habits formed from half closed eyes