Walking Barefoot In My Dream

Walking barefoot in my dream,

I seek for a running stream

To quench my thirst and lay immersed,

Despite being doomed and cursed.

The scorching sun strings along

Like a shadow that follows daylong.

The incessant path doesn’t seem to cease,

Stubborn not to grant me peace.

 

Time passed by, yet no sign of dusk,

Even nature seemed rather brusque.

There wasn’t any chirruping bird,

Nor was there any blooming bud.

 There was no place to runaway

There was no place as a hideaway,

To escape those glaring invisible eyes

Whose gaze stabs my soul and makes me realize.