The wilderness

Is it late enough
to wake you up?
Your endless sleep
still worries me.


The rain-wet glass
looks overcast;
Barely a morning
to greet you with.


The horizon opens out
and stretches wide
into that dull and cold
unfinished sky.


Does anybody even know
what we're searching for?
In this wilderness,
we are without rules.


And, like aimless rain,
we wash the world
in a fleeting,
half-remembered fall.