Like a drop upon a sea
I wander aimlessly ahead
Gazing upon this large tree
Blocking the path I must tread
But is it really in my way?
My little eyes cannot conceive
A world beyond this sickly grey
Something I will never achieve
Dispirited, I look back
To what was once my road
Oh, how I wish I could backtrack
To a time where happiness flowed
But alas, that cannot be
For the only path that remains
Is the one who leads into deep sea
(Perhaps, it can free me from my strains)
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
Like a drop upon a sea
I wander aimlessly ahead
Gazing upon this large tree
Blocking the path I must tread
But is it really in my way?
My little eyes cannot conceive
A world beyond this sickly grey
Something I will never achieve
Dispirited, I look back
To what was once my road
Oh, how I wish I could backtrack
To a time where happiness flowed
But alas, that cannot be
For the only path that remains
Is the one who leads into deep sea
(Perhaps, it can free me from my strains)
