The moonlight trails I walk now fade behind me...
so many paths I've never trod before.
Still, they seem to greet me like old friends,
and without them I'd be a lonely man.
Empty spaces the never felt a foot-fall,
but empty lands are such that I have sought.
No patch of green or blue of pond to draw an eye,
and I welcome the solitude in which to wander.
In daylight, shadow comes from scrub brush canopies,
and coffee in the evening is the daily prayer.
Dead sleep from noon time heat revives the soul,
but the night time breezes bring the memories again.
Old memories that have kept me in the past...
and walls as large as fear still hold me in.
Avoiding human contact and existing in my prison,
becoming one more fugitive not wanted anywhere.
So on I trod, to lose the feelings that vex me...
I take the sharp and twisting turns to shake them loose.
But nothing makes this curse of mine stay put,
and tonight I'll wander over one more fading trail.