Travelling Light

I travel alone, and I travel light, all the while warbling a sad little tune. No blue skies beckon in the horizon. I know but vaguely my own destination. I had set out bravely, with dreams in my eyes. Now I'm left wondering where the road does end.

My broken down car with my rundown tyres match my threadbare clothes. The tired stars are my only guide, and my silent shadow my only friend. But I know that I have to keep walking till I come to the seashore. I can rest only when my exhausted feet touch the wet sand. And I can be washed away with the dying jellyfish...