I made many promises that I kept not

For I was  a soil that never supports grass

I was  a valley in which waters ran not

I was  a mountain whose height is unknown

I am a stranger, a foreigner  in an unknown land

Because I knew  not myself, I was a wandering soul

I have had to be wrong for me to be right

I have followed ways of the East

But all my life I have been  living in the west

Many times I have had a mistaken identity

Because I often looked at the left in order to see the right

I am torn mentally, spiritually and physically

Life has taught me never to live faithfully

For after all, the world has humans but  lacks humanity

Read your scriptures, have your conclusions

Gossip, dance, afford laughter and smiles

All I do is assume dumbness and stay numb

For I am a wandering soul

I have cried and I have been pained many times

I have been heartbroken most by those I least


I have lost battles I believed that I could win

I have been betrayed by my mind, heart and people

But amid all, I have danced to the tune of


I have stood up every time I fell

For I always fell  facing the skies

Then stood up

No weapon formed against me shall stop me

For I am just a wandering soul

© Hector De Poet



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