My life, like a little stream

Like tiny drops of water filling this earth from existence
My life begins from a distance
They seep through the earth and through the crevace
Forming little streams and puddles on the surface
Moving gently through the different places
Never knowing where tomorrow might bring us
My life, like a little stream, leaving behind little traces
Moving about
It breaks my heart leaving behind the familiar faces
Where can I call home?
Even I can’t say that my birth place is
Tired and Restless
It leaves me dry and tasteless
Perhaps one day
I will find that river that has been in my prayers
To once again
See those faces that I’ve been deeply missing...