She's like a
thin blank sheet of paper
blown by the wind
into random directions.
Like a traveler in a foreign land
with no map, no compass
no apparent destination.
She goes wherever
her foot sets off,
Unaware of
what's awaiting for her,
she gasps for air
and prepares to trail.
Yet although the northern star
is there to lead
its light remains to no avail
for the girl lost in the wilderness
has always dreamt of something but nothingness.
The journey will never end
unless she settles her mind into
something preciously unbending.
Till then, she'll continue to be blown by the wind in random directions far but nearest to the unknown.
