Nomad

sometimes I feel
as if I am a lost cause,
fading in and out
of obscurity.

I drift aimlessly,
like an autumn leaf caught
in a strong draught;
directionless.

I twist and twirl
wildly like a snowflake in
the icy air, with
no future plans.

my future is
a fogged-up crystal ball;
I know very little
of my fate.

I am a nomad;
I move from place to place,
trapped in an endless
cycle of uncertainty.