I'm searching for a voice.
It came to me on a breeze,
as tantalizing as Spring in the Summer.
Have you heard a voice?
It told me all about your dream.
It told me all about the King of Summer.
Have you seen a trail?
The path grew grass and I lost my way.
The sun so hot, I evaporate.
The other side looks great.
I feel so heavy I'm about to break.
Floating backwards in the greyest state.