Sigh*
What good am I to have one
How terrible am I to have none
Rusting in loneliness
Here waiting on chance
Love is a war I lose
The feelings as spoils are mine for keeps
It is the truth I choose to seek
A sucker for romance
A victim of circumstance
Climbing the walls of cognizance
I search for the horizon of justice
I dwell on the imaginary perfect world
A world fair for both our hearts
Mine and hers
A world of bliss and wonder
I remain in my youth and idle
I am a rebel to the powers
Supporting the beauty beyond
I find comfort in the unearthly breeze
The fair winds give me overwhelming chills
I die and live again
I am a soul in its rightful place
A free world where passion and truth dictate
A world that hosts the ruins of the earth
I am a victor
I find true love and feel no doubt
I float on the waters and land on an island of magic
What was once tragic is now comedic
The joke is the key to the streams
The streams beyond that connect the constellations
It is some breathtaking journey
A conscience's Conversation
I find my rhythm and find peace in the wilderness.