The grass is green before my feet, Yet every step i take turns brown and bleak.
The day is strong, though seemingly weak.
I morn a feeling I've never had,or felt.
This, I cannot speak
It seems impossible to stay alive in this broken dream in which i weep
My shadow seems to exist, but i do not.
I'm traveling to a sojourn destination that which i may never meet. Happiness, Love, Tranquility,amity ; I have yet to stumble across them.
All i have to offer myself is hope, Hope that there will be a destination for my feet.
I have love to offer, lots of love, Yet i cannot fathom the thought of another lost hug,or another Lost love.
Awaken the beautiful dreamer within me and flow through gentle air the songs of a dove