He was lost, wandering,
Searching for his path, his purpose
His existence, after all,
Was not meant to be dismal.
His mind was an asylum of delirium,
Overrun by thoughts incomprehensible
His heart an emotional wasteland,
Massacred by the coldness of reality
His soul Lost in the echoes of the past
Clinging desperately on to a mirage,
His life a collection of lessons unlearnt,
Reluctant to leave its comfort zone.