Wanderers…

Swinging together from side to side,

Waiting for something in vain,

In a little hope to slide,

Down the road with no pain,

Standing on the edge every night,

Nothing comes to the mind,

Death just a few inches away,

Still nothing there to bind,

Each day is exactly the same,

Each one reminds of the next,

Not a single thing to set that apart,

Just like a horse attached to its cart,

Wandering around the endless roads,

In a small place thought to be heaven,

Each night gets away like this,

Each morning is set to be like this,

No more thinking and doing,

Just following our ancestors path,

It’s hard but I still believe,

In the change of these aimless hearts…

 “This one is for some people I personally know…Don’t worry guys, all will be well…”