I left home, dreaming of worlds to create,
Of raising a child, of a destiny to shape,
Crossing oceans, my heart full of hope,
Leaving behind faces, memories, and touch,
To return with stars, and dreams of our own,
Sitting beneath trees, sharing moonlit tales.
Yet fate, with its cruel jest, led me astray,
To arid deserts where paths fade away,
A nomad lost, with memories scattered like sand,
Questions unasked in a barren land.
Breath labored and weary, burdened with doubt,
Struggling to find reason amidst the drought.
In the arid expanse, I became a drifter,
Love for goats my solace, my sole uplifter,
I named them as friends, as family dear,
Forgot my name in their gentle cheer,
In their eyes, I found fragments of my past,
Embraced their presence, made the love last.
My sorrow, once a heavy, mournful shade,
Now intertwined with the goats I had saved,
Their warmth became the essence of my days,
In their simple joys, I found my way.
Love became my beacon, in stone and fur,
In their companionship, my heart did stir.
I ran from my past, a relentless flight,
Seeking refuge in shadows, lost in the night,
Yearning for a breath that felt worth the chase,
For glimpses of green, of a familiar place.
In the echo of dreams and a past left behind,
I search for a reason, a path to unwind.
What do I seek in this endless run,
A life that eludes me, a setting sun?
The trees of my dreams, the water’s embrace,
Are they illusions, or a distant place?
In this ceaseless journey, I ponder and roam,
Chasing fragments of a world once known.
