I Have So Many Words I Wish To Say,
To Describe The Way I Feel,
Yet I Think I'd Be Describing It The Wrong Way,
I'd Have To Disect Them--Tear Off Their Peel,
My Days Are Lifeless, As A Danceless Ballet,
I Am Hopeful Yet Lost, Needing A Spin Of A Prayer Wheel,
So That's Why I Walk This Worn Past, Wanting To Stray,
Stray To The Less Traveled Path, Just To See How It Feels,
A Path Where I Wouldn't Have To Be Ruled And Obey,
Where Life Would Be Kind, And Keep It's End Of The Deal,
Where Nature Would Be My Friend--Where I'd Lose Count Of Days,
Where I Could Soak In Every Shade On The Color Wheel,
Where I Would Sit In A Bed Of Flowers And Watch Them Sway,
But Sadly I Cannot Live In That World Which Seems So Ideal,
I'll Just Have To Wait, Till This World No Longer Needs Me,
Till The End Of My Days