It’s little I care what path I take
Since the world-soul guides me
And where my departure leads
For heart-break’s arrival is my passage
To another kind of life, I must go
I must leave, and off somewhere
Who knows what’s in my escape?
It’s little I know what’s in my heart
To save or grieve, it’s innocent still
Carefully sensitive in this little flesh’s honesty
I wish I could walk a day and a night
To forget you and your bloody betrayal
What’s in my mind it’s little I know
To travel alone, don’t mind the fuss I make
My life is huddled to beauty in the ditch
To sacrifice in the forgotten spoon
I’ve departed so many times
Beneath lamps and at the appointed bell
These candles burn at both ends
I know how fleeting time can seem
It’s little I care what path I take
Love was never enough in this desolate place.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Whispering-Lake-466783721
Wuji Seshat 
Reblogged this on bohemiangypsy and commented:
THIS!!!!
Wow