αη єνєяℓαѕтιηg ωαℓк

A compass that points..                                         

                                                                                                                                     

With a compass that points nowhere,

Devoid of a direction to head in,

Devoid of a destination to reach,

Devoid of time that I may run out of,

In the middle of oblivion, seeking the unseen                                                                                     

Not a soul to guide me through the journey,

I must journey ahead is all I know,

Across the skies and the oceans,

Lies something that remains to be whispered in my ears,

I revel in this insane mystery though

“Your doom might be near”, say the winds,

I pay heed to no one, not even the gods,

I walk through the sands of time, lost in the same,

But the quest to find the unknown will never cease,

I walk through death to reach out to life, against all odds