I'm standing stranded on the clueless isle
Shortest distance to life a cent & one mile
My compass asking me for next direction
Searching for even a mirage of destination
Sleepless for nights, eyes begin to sore
Wordless hum of wind; can stand no more
Walking over amorphous stones in the mist
Wondering if I stumble upon my alchemist
In dearth of love, in search of the destiny
Such mundane life trying to make harmony
