The Wine, The Sun, The Empty Heart.

As I made my way through,
My eyes turned to,
A table in the courtyard,
Under the bright burning Sun,

Bread and Wine,
Food; all kinds,
A feast laid out,
Reason without,

Why the feast?
Prepared for fun,
When one knows not,
The meaning is Lost,

So at the table I sat,
Ate with content,
knowing not the reason,
Took part in the fun,

I left when I was done,
Stomach full, empty heart,
Knowing not the reason why I had all the fun,
I journeyed on the path I was on.