Lost in the grain
without the sun and moon,
just the darkness and gloom
chilled to the bone in the rain
Without direction
No plans, no desires
just a heart and worn advice
I sit in solemn reflection
If it has not always been this way
Can I walk out the way I came in?
I don't know
I'll wait till the grain drys
and my thoughts are ready for harvest
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Lost in the grain
without the sun and moon,
just the darkness and gloom
chilled to the bone in the rain
Without direction
No plans, no desires
just a heart and worn advice
I sit in solemn reflection
If it has not always been this way
Can I walk out the way I came in?
I don't know
I'll wait till the grain drys
and my thoughts are ready for harvest
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