Feeding The Fire

Why is there no one here for me, No companion for my heart? I'm tired of pretending, wearing this mask, Too long have I played the part How can a heart feel so displaced, Not knowing where it should be; Even a bird, lost in its flight Finds comfort in a welcoming tree The sun and stars have been tended to, Their courses have all been charted; But yet I wander, lost in a fog, Hope for guidance long departed The decay of happiness is choking me, I'm drowning in my own tears; Still, I wait for The Light to come And guide me through happier spheres But my pilgrimage is almost over, For my hunger and thirst - no relief! So I'm burning my robe and my sandals, Feeding the fire with all my Beliefs!