he past a desert
his eyes is dry
resentmet from autumn
his thirst from the scorching summer

he had a nightmare
hevce the his insomnia
his fears from childhood
income stagnation from hias heart

nameless faces will outweigh
all the faces you can name

there was a little donkey as funny as can be
he wore a big straw hat quite a site to see
he liked to chew on carrots chew it to the core
then he would get another and chew again once more

he loved all the children and always made them smile
making them so happy made his life worthwhile
he would let them stroke him he would stand so still
when the children touched him it gave them such a thrill.

it is difficult to remain focused, during
Mornings like these.
a little sad, a little mad, during
Mornings like these.
memories come and go, blurry images, during
Mourning's like these.

Early in the morning,
Laying in bed,
light washing over me,
thoughts floating in my head.

Wondering what it’d be like,
Doubt seeps like morning glow.
What could I say to him?
What might he never know?

- Lost in Translation

Is there more to lose
or more to win
now that the feelings
are deepening?

New insecurity
negates surety.
Must take time to find
that light in me.