Have I Ever?

Have I ever really lived?

At the end of my travel

have I ever really held my fate

in my hands?

 

In my little study

with dusty old books

unknowing of rain and stars,

was I ever really alive?

 

Have I ever had a friend

or a lover to call mine,

a city where I belong?

Have I ever lived

 

in my never ending search

for ideal life?

Could have I ever known

the regrets I'll face on my death bed?

 

Where has my love gone

for all things meaningless?

I have been nothing but

a fallen leaf carried by the wind

 

from sunrise to sunset,

from mountains to sea,

not knowing of what waited for me

when I reached the ground.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I`ve read a number of your poems - they are real professional , well crafted poems with genuine literary quality, that deserve to be read by a lot of people, not only
by people on this site. Great !

[Hotwater]

No one knows what awaits them... when they reach the ground, thank you for the interesting read, your mind travels well.
*bird*