An empty void,
A deserted road.
A house in shambles,
Not a soul around...
And that is what my heart is...
Soulless,
Friendless...
I smile and am merry
And then lie awake at night staring at nothingness,
Wondering about the void that is in me.
A void am okay with
That I do not feel the need to fill.
Should I feel sad?
Should I cry?
Or should I be exhilarated
With this new-found independence?
An independence that stops me from being a leech,
A parasite!
And that deserted road, my mind, my heart
Shall have a sole traveler still.
Someone who shall enjoy the journey
And map the road,
A road less traveled into his travel route.
I shall wait and hope for him to revisit
And maybe mark a spot
And lay a foundation...
A foundation he would want to call home one day,
One day,
And then forever...
I hold out for that lone traveler
Who likes the road less traveled,
Unknown territory.
A journey for a few brave men,
For a few good men,
Or better still
That one good brave man...
My lone traveler.
And I think this as I lie there
Staring at the nothingness,
Absolute void,
Within
And without...
