The Wanderer

I'm a lost soul
Wandering in the desert of life
I’ve lost my compass, I’ve lost direction
What can I do now?
 
I’m very thirsty, am parched
I’ve passed many sand dunes, yet no oasis in sight
Do I go left or right?
What do I do now?
 
Yet even now that I want to quit and die
I keep seeing signs of a sun beyond the thick cloud
A peek, a peep and then it disappears
Should I go on?
 
My legs are giving way
Dried and numbed by weariness and thirst
But there is this voice inside still whispering me on
Oh, yes I won’t stop now, I’ll toil on
 
Then out of nowhere came blue skies and birds
I lost my footing and I fell inside a spring
Oh, there’s a garden, a pond, a paradise
Respite at last, heaven indeed at last

(c) BC Nwata