Poem: Chaos

I dreamed there was a place for me,
that I’d be there, that I’d be free,
but daylight ripped me cruelly from those visions.

I thought, by chance, I’d found my way,
that I was here and here to stay,
but now I see my life needs new revisions.

I know not where I’m heading now,
not where I stand, not where I bow,
but every path’s the same without a reason.

Without purpose, I wander on.
I’ve no sunset; I’m absent dawn.
But what is good within this bitter season?