The Passing Of Moons

Wandering in empty lands
Going no where - Way too fast
Trying to learn yet I don't understand
Future, present or even the past

Moons spin high over head
The sky is always inky black
My eyes follow where paths never lead
Where I've been I've lost track

Confusion please, its a cold plate to eat
I sicken and slowly waste away
My mind is tired and so are my feet
Anorexia, winds now blow me away

Too many moons have now gone by
Yet time seems to have somehow stood still
I'm too dried out even to cry
I'm alive despite my best efforts to self  kill

I wander and I marvel at the many moons
Where am I - I don't even know
But darkness has shed it's shroud of doom
and I gladly move where the winds blow