In the fields of youth I wandered alone,
Through the veil of night, in search of home;
And though time passes forgetting today,
I’ve still found no place to stay.
Fall comes again, yet never left;
And the ghosts’ whispers leave me bereft.
I am still alive, though dead.
Tell me: Where is the past to rest it’s head?
I walk among the falling leaves.
Every tree cries out and grieves,
For what is gone may ne’er return,
And what is known we can’t unlearn.
In the fields of youth I wander alone,
Through the veil of night, in search of home.
Time left me and will ne’er reappear.
Now I’m a ghost, yet I am still here…
Eternally haunting the present;
And no one notices that I’m absent.
So I wander alone looking for home.
I am a child, though my body is grown.
Time keeps on moving forgetting today.
Yesterday’s gone, and there’s no place to stay.
K. Aldaya, 10/6/19