Ink on my feet

I wake up on a careless morning,like every other.

And as I rummage for a breath of life,

I drop a bottle of hope.

It crashes with the resound of an aching head.

So I walk out of my home

With ink on my feet

And a picture of you in my hand

No aim to reach,

The goals of a gypsy

I go by houses I know like the blind

The laughter of friends still hanging in the air

The smell of rain just out of reach

The sun still in its woken state

I spend a moment under that tree,

A cheap cigarette and a bottle to go

With the melody we made

On a second-hand guitar and a torn page

And so I keep walking

With ink on my feet

And a photo of you in my hand

Still no aim to grasp,

Searching like a gypsy.

There used to be nights that made up for the years lost,

And messages in secret,

Smiles that made way in crowded places,

A small warm hug to cheer the blues that wouldn't go.

I still write with the pencil that hasn't broken it's point

And the endless paper gives me comfort

Like the lone ship in the waters

To a survivor at sea long lost and forgotten

But I'm still walking

With ink on my feet

And your picture in my hand

I forget the aim I never had,

Wander like a gypsy

So I search for the boy who promised me,

With the hope that I will find a message in a bottle

For I have words to say I wish I had given you

The time before you went away.

I miss the idea of you

And the songs we made

The sweep of your hair

And the smell and touch of you.

I have ink on my feet

And a photo of you

It was short while it lasted

And what I feel,is gone with you.

I'm waiting,still searching.

*Because -unbelievably - it's the 21st century.I could peep into government buildings,find out about spy satellites.I can get classified information with the common technology in my hand.But I still can't manage to find you.