My heart aches for another breeze to brush by me gently, My road of life is shaped by the curvaceous path of destiny, My dwelling is in every creek, in every cave by the mountain side, I don’t have a solitary who keeps my secrets, in whom I confide, I am not garlanded by pearls, I am adorned by the solar system’s star dust, I keep one foot after the other, inspired by my soul’s own wanderlust. My heart aches for the dingy forests and scent of the fresh roses, I do not regret over the roads in life I have left behind, unchosen, I am enchanted by this stupendous world, by every blue river and stream, I seek pleasure in the untruthfulness of my illusionistic dreams, I do not wish to bear the weight of the finest of silk nor purest gold, I only yearn that mysteries of…
