I feel estranged from myself
A lonely wanderer scattered
On existence’s plate
I serve others and look
In their constructed mirrors
I know I am
But lost in life’s hazy maze
I want to feel
But I have become numb
And I am used to dwell
In the mist
The sun’s rays
Need to touch
my Being
I need to spell
the letters of my name
I need to wear
The garb of the self
And gather myself
For I don’t want
To spend my life
Gathering the scattered
beads
I need the perfect rosary
For a peaceful prayer
Canada 
