I started a journey
Without a destination
Without a map
Without a company
Just wondering in every coast
Searching for hope and faith
Looking out for a shelter
Sipping the cold arms of earth
Some roads are filled with,
Tongs and harms
Lying warmly on the surface of earth
Waiting to attack at every opportunity it gets
Will I ever find home?
Or remain in the cold arms of lost
How will I survive the storms?
Yet haven't found reality
Just lost and confused
Being a bait of my riddle
Grazing around like the four legged animal
Will I ever find my way?