Years of wanderings,
Many scrawls across a page,
Even the best must end.
But I have lost my pen,
I have lost my courage,
Defeated is my purpose.
Now I wander in through the mists,
Letting my thoughts become a haze,
I can hardly remember one single verse.
My mind has put up a wall,
Almost as high as a hedge,
So now I rest.
In the weeks to come,
My words becoming more thin,
I will see you soon.
My life is simple now,
Someone has quieted the din,
So farewell for now, my friend.