Darling Mars,
Untouchable through the vast of stars,
I love you so.
Your icy caps,
Your passion red,
You are not mine.

Though I want it so.
I am Earthbound,
Landlocked to reason,
Close to the ground.

I love Earth just the same,
His pastures green,
His seas cold.
He comforts me,
When I need it most.

I promised him,
Keep my feet on the ground.
But My head is in the clouds.
Darling Mars, I yearn for you so.

Lying in my bed at 9:00 pm
Recalling the sweet memories,
Some people gave me
A smile appeared on my face,
A tear ran down my face
That feeling of helplessness,
Took away my happiness
My mind was filled up with questions,
Why this all happened?
Why they had to leave?
These questions didn't let me sleep.

I'm falling fast,
Losing grip,
My judgement is clouded,
I can't think.

I know this place,
I've been before,
It seems like home,
But so much more.

I'm addicted,
To the pain it gives,
As I try to breath,
I sink back in.

In the dark,
Im all alone,
I gave up fighting,
I've let them win.

I've lost control,
I've never had,
And I've slipped back into old habits,
I won't be able to control.

Many compositions for all men,
once were found  near granite stones.
Many songs
were tied to Rose Hill Cemetery.

Then, travels on a Wind Bag, ended
on the Farm, and became famous.
Wrote Ramblin' and got higher then ever seen for
Southern men who encompassed black and white,
so, did never exemplify the South,but two returned,
because of motorbikes,
and now lie side by side:
recomposing,
at Rose Hill Cemetery.

quest for years.
this is the journey.
but is it the path?
is it the purpose?
does it lead to knowing?

is it the most masterful deception?
or the superlative acquisition?

fall to the ground wailing.
do the exalted exist?
are there romanticisms in the signs?
were they merely white walls
housing dark souls