Confusion

A lonely summer afternoon

The scorching heat

Caracoling the dreams of a beggar

Who lay deep in slumber

I continue along the path

To embrace moments

Woebegone moments?

Yet there is a smile on my lips

Fighting the tears that threaten

To carnage it at any moment

As I approach a world waiting to be painted

What is it that I covet for?

Bygone grey moments

Or woebegone moments still in womb.

I am confused.