I am neither despondent or a respondent of I.
I just accept what it is with a soulful sigh.

From the halls of my mind I relish to find a plight more sorrowful than this.
A missed opportunity a forgotten gratuity or a misery that began with a kiss.

To open my eyes and still see the same lies that still permeate my way of life.
All the forsaken and who are mistaken and some who just live for the strife.

So much turmoil still setting matters to boil and where were you when I looked around?
I screamed and I shouted I stomped and I pouted, and never did I hear your sound.

I have arced my neck to gaze up at the wreck the celestial gods have created.
Touch them I can't so it is that I shan't and so again my dreams are abated.

I hope when I die not that you'll cry but that I may then return to the light.
Not because I belong but to hear that song that'll bring that moment back into sight.

I want to keep my eyes open I know I will cope when I see something I've hoped would be true.
Under an undying tree the sight of me sitting across from you.