The Traveller

This world is not mine

I am only passing through

The corridors and streets seem unfamiliar

This is a life I don’t belong to

At sunrise, I long for the night

And in the darkness, I yearn for the day

I contemplate my every step

Because time won’t let me have another say

I leave a mark on every surface I touch

Because the future won’t allow me to return

One day my memory will fade in the wind

One day my fire will cease to burn

One day I will regret the things I never did

And all the words I never spoke

Until then I’m just a traveler

Accompanied by fear and hope