The destination

Who is my destination

I am wandering

Here and there

All the time

Every single moment

I am a wandering soul

That has no destination

That has no way

Of living an ideal life

Of living a good life

Of living a healthy life

My destination is hiding

Somewhere else

It is far away

From me and from everyone else

It belongs to me and me only

But I wish it could come

Any time, alas, it didn't

And I am left here

All alone in this darkness

Without any specific destination

And without any particular purpose

The destination has gone

The purpose has gone