Ramblings, Part 1

I knew nothing of a traveller
Who travelled the world on fuels of hope
I knew nothing of his motives
Or why he bothered to be that foolish

I knew nothing of a dreamer
Who knew nothing but a world so beautiful
Who tried his best to live in that world
I knew nothing, on why they exploited him

I knew nothing of a misfit
Who hated mankind and the God above him
I knew nothing of his bitterness
Or why he kept on falling from grace

I knew nothing of who I am
Or why I was made to be a human
Or why still I chase my dreams of old
Or why still I feel like I’m back at the start…

I knew nothing, and perhaps there is nothing
Be it in my life or Life itself
All that I knew, is that I’m all three
A pigheaded soldier of a passé cause!

I knew nothing, and nothing really mattered
Be they words of snowflake or thoughts of dust
Or fields of gold that reeked of cheap paint
I knew nothing, and nothing knew me…

SAIF NIZMA
KL
2004