Forever A Wanderer

Seems wandering into a forest Of wild souls with suppurating claws Life has become a rotten leaf Swept away by treacherous gale Seems dipping feet into a bonfire Catching flying cinders in the wet eyes Life has become a weathered petal Crushed under feet to get lost in soil Seems lips flow like molten wax Changing shape often to speak in vain Life has become a dying lamp sketching Shadows of monsters on the wall Seems thoughts are tied to old rituals Old enough to accept and live with Life has become a paper boat sailing on Runnel of time fearing an unexpected storm