The Nameless Wanderer

Wandering the northern mountains with nothing in my pocket

Looking as the south winds blow up on the rocky cliffs

Wondering what I have left behind as I feel my locket

Remembering how I lost the road to myself

Alone like Adam in the sacred garden

Afraid of the world below

I hope to find the path that the future holds

Desire to forget this eternal story of great woe

As my head appears above the clouds

The fog parts before me

I watch the creation of all light and darkness

And I’m brought down to my knee

My walking stick rests comfortably in my hand

As I take a moment to rest

Looking at my achievement so far

I realize that no one is the best

The world is lesser now while being more,

People are paper thin while books are thicker than walls  

You need to take the rains, storm the bloody shore

For the mother's mercy will always prevail