Where is that road that I misplaced
The crumbled ruins hold in my tread
When I wandered for fruit to taste
I somehow got lost, inside my head.

Telling tales from other worlds known
Keeps at bay, the empty, so grown
I like to wish for pain, I've been shown
When I am but the nothing, I hold

I then attempt colors of skies there
I maybe strain beyond my fair share
But I cannot live with that blank stare
I am more than whispers, don't you care?
I so need that knowing, could I dare?
I just need a moment,
To free myself from ensnared,

But will there ample be,
And could there willing come,
An echo on the autumn sky,
From somewhere far above?