Excerpt from Meeya (Book One), now available at Amazon.com.
The journey towards something—
Something far greater
Than little me.
Is it just me?
Or, does it encompass all
Or, maybe, I’ll stop a bit, I think.
Not really to abandon the dream;
Never to say I’m quitting—
No, never that;
But only to tarry, mildly.
For, rest is for the weary, the lonely—
The ones, like me;
The princess, turned warrior—
The vagabond, actually.
Ever the wanderer—
No place to call my home, finally;
Tried my best to find some solace–
Anything, for me.
Maybe, that’s just me?
Perchance, this is all
Just theatrical seasoning;
Or, perhaps, the lucid mutterings
Of a soul that’s lost and free.