I write for nothing,
I write because of no one,
I write, simply, because I think.
My words are just thoughts expressed in humanly words.
These random, confusing thoughts;
I do not understand.
So I put it in paper,
Hoping one day, someday,
someone out there,
Might.

Because of what I've done,
I've lost you, you who is the most important of all,
I tried to give what I could not,
A life better than mine,
A love that grew dull -- promises that I broke.
I found you because of a mistake,
And for the very same reason,
I lost you, you who is the most dearest of all.
But there's a truth that I've forgotten,
Rather ignored - the irrevocable truth,
How can I say that I've lost you when you were never mine.
Because It was not me that you loved.
It's my words that got your attention,
Not my heart that's been a beggar for your love.
It pains me to say,
That I lost you, you who is the captor of my soul.

Here I am again,
At the road I've walked a million times before,
But never appreciated its splendour, until someone showed me how.
I look down at the pavement; at the brown, greeny soil.
I watch as one foot steps in front of the other,
A never ending cycle,
One falls back; the other jumps forward.
Always.

I lift my head up high,
Looking at the wide blue sky
I see the birds that fly by,
Seeming as free as the water's tide,
And the Sun's shine that grazes my eyes.
I bow, and I smile.

I look at everything that surrounds me,
The row of trees that show my way.
The leaves that rustle as the wind blows hard,
The people that smile when your paths cross.
I continue onward - forward.  
And as I have walked the road I've walked a million times before,
Here I am. I am home.