Crimson sky's,
and moonless night...

Dreary days,
leave me in a daze...

Thoughtless moments,
I can never find....

Grander illusions,
fill my mind...

Like a penny on the floor,
most pick it up....

Wishing for something,
when they find it heads up.....

Yet a strager being hurt,
most will walk by....

Life and meaning,
what does it mean....

Like a turning river,
it has its reason...

Sometimes things,
are not meant to be changed..

But if thought out correctly,
change is healthy...