hollering winds, shielded they stand,
against my breath.
in the stormy night, stranded i am,
mocking at me.
cornering the silence of this existence,
i run for cover.
chased by the cryptic stars,
beaming the misfortunes.
in search of discreet directions,
what is right?
a flight of endless steps
wayward impulses, wary of nothing,
enter the state of turmoil,
in my dreams, yet another day
i compete with the self