wayward to nowhere, I walk on, terra incognita,
I stagger on, worship the beads of light raining on.
at the mercy of bittersweet waves of life,
the days swings on,
from a smile from the soul, to the shores of agony.

The big yellow sun, beating down the drums of the heart,
bound by the vagaries of emotions of fathers and sons,
there is a big black hole,
burning away the light into the nowhere's of yesterday.
Wayward, with only the eagles to be seen,
I walk on to be lost, on terra incognita.