Walking in the realm of Poetry and Art,

lonely am I

Bound by Poetry and Art,

I submit to their call, unconditional.

Leaving my job behind, Poetry I pursue,

Wealth I cast aside,

My soul a gentle wind, invisible,

Drifting through the night’s tide.

My heart stirs without reason,

Beats faster, again and again.

What causes this unrest,

I cannot discern.

Some nights, sleep eludes me,

Sometimes.

Dreaming of strange people and places.

Yet the meaning remains shrouded in mist.