Whispers of Silence

Voyage on Land

I saw a circular forest ahead.
I ran and ran but I reached nowhere
   instead.
Those moments I thought I was
   healing,
Were parts of a circle towards a
   never ending dying and
   resurrecting.

Lass, if your hands will make you
   sin, then cut it.
But gone was the strength to cut
   those, hence it dragged me
   towards that pit.
Son, if your eyes will make you sin,
   then carve it out.
Yet gone was the vigor, hence I
   became blind yet I can see—was
   going north yet it led me south.

Saw and spoke of the right path,
Yet why did our actions met others'
   wrath?
I rise, I bleed, I fall once again.
How do we know if we are
   progressing in this road or back
   to that lane?

I'm exhausted of exploring the
   ocean—
When in fact, I'm just a lonely
   traveler on land.