My Way

I am groping for my way.

I can't find clear way, 

and I always howl.

There is no one, 

so I can howl again and again.

Hopeless howl illuminates my mind.

But,

the howl doesn't illuminate my way.

This place isn't homely.

Someday, I want to go to homely place,

so I continue to grope for my way to the place.