I live like a vagabond
Caught in a dark hurricane,
Not knowing whence I came
Not knowing when it all began.
I walk through a hazy maze,
My eyes teary from shattered pieces
Of colored fantasies cutting through my soles,
Yet, desperate on my insane chase,
I keep walking to find the light,
The source and sink of my delight…
The maze gives way to a tapering lane
And a mirror awaits me at the end
I stare at my own, now glowing self
As the revelation becomes apparent..
All this while, the one I’ve been searching,
The one I want to love,
The one who would make me eternally happy
And complete, without a doubt
Now stands in the mirror before me,
Ready to be one with me….