Nameless

[newtothis]

Nameless

Is the state of being that dominates;
Wherein, I wander.
Perhaps I see or maybe knowing
Reliance upon my wishing star,
O’ that I’d never believed in dreams
That looked so beauteous from afar.
I looked and awed and dreamed and sighed;
A savior to draw to me from myself.
He promised me the Milky Way, the sun,
And planets in-between.
The lilac in the sidewalk crack;
The ivy on deserted hut;
The dusty marks on pre-stained glass,
All roadmarks of this wandering.
The monster in the dead-pan mead,
My Grendel tearing life from limb,
There goes my dimming wishing star,
Just a burnt out cigarette to begin.

[flabbergasted]

Is this supposed to be sad? That is the way I percieved it; hopeless hope, a lost dream, "burnt out cigarette". My analysis: this lyric is about someone who never believed in himself and therefore restricted himself from meeting or even exceeding his expectations. Am I right? I guess it doesn't really matter when it comes to opinion: to each their own, right? :)
P.S.: I loved this.

[newtothis]

Thanks. I'm a firm believer in the fact that when a poet writes anything, once they let it go to the public, it doesn't belong to them anymore, so to speak. Whatever the reader gets from it is their own. I'm glad you enjoyed it.