Lost

I ponder lost causes,
I ponder my life.
I wish for no thoughts,
I wish for my life.
What is my purpose,
What is my life?
What description does give me
My life?

I stomp the barren ground,
As I’ve been here before –
I am going round and round,
But I wish I knew what for.

This track of grievance –
I am bound to trek it.
It’s a lost fool’s dance,
But will I ever admit it?

In the spring life re-grows,
But is it true for me too?
I’m not the one who knows
If I can start fresh, anew.

I wish to sit and cry,
But I sat here too long –
My tears are all but dry
And the pain is too strong.

There is no use of crying –
No one hears a falling tree
In a forest in a distance –
What good will it be?

I am but a withering tree,
Essence of life all draining out -
I once wished my roots were free,
But now I’m lifelessly lying about.