On a tree trunk, sat a little boy,
Thinking of life, thinking of the world.
His thoughts drifted to a world faraway
Where virtues fell as rain
And hearts spoke when words failed
A land so pure that knew no deceit
Where dwelled the righteous of men
A realm where the ruler and the ruled stood together
A gate of abundant glee opened its way
And a stream of goodness cascaded across
A land protected by valiant sentinels,
Flowing pastures that brewed loyalty
A land that shall remain only in the heart of that little boy,
Who sat on a tree trunk, thinking about life.

I was waiting on a junction,
Every path meeting at one point,
While dispersing out in all directions.
In the wilderness of possibilities,
I was a just confused little girl
Taken back, tugging to my mommy’s *****.
Who knew I would have to make choices
When the outcome is only disaster
What does it matter then
If I choose the yonder or farther route
For I will end up deranged whatever path I take.

My mind is a wreck again today, but i didn't think about you.
I didn't need you.