This world of shattered dreams and battered hopes.
A mere being full of wanderlust.
In this dilapidated planet of naught but dusts.
I have been travelling far so long.
Across distant lands, deserts and oceans.
I've been frozen from the coldest snow storm,
And been charred by the scorching sun.
There's nothing, no one but me, I can see.
I saw no animal, nor mammal but the two-legged me.
Not a thing, but the never-ending mountain range and streams.
And the burning desire that fired-up my every dreams.
Dreams that were the sole reason I hold on to this thread.
The thread that keep me from slipping away from my creed.
My creed that persist me from being alive.
For living is my lone intention in this life.
But now I'm in a deadlock, in a full stop.
Like water in pool, as stagnant as the tree sap.
The globetrotter in me wants to have somewhere to go.
But in this world of oblivion, WHERE TO?
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