A cool breeze with a sunny day.
Under the trees a soothing shade.
Something like else nothing,
drowning lungs like a river flooding.
Falling far from touching what I feel.
I've seen alot and know nothing still.
Even the close of most of those who know me,
Cannot know the truth about or of me.
Same is lost, forward is down,
Up is behind, Before is found.
I seek, I feel, I've gave a few.
Too much I will live and use,
what I leave I kill and lose.
Too much for me to feel consumed.
I fall and feel I forget to miss.
No talk to hear, Within I wish,
for icy rain on hot summer days.
Reaching my hands through the glass I taste.
Hidden in forgotten thoughts unscreamed.
Living but not the way you dream.
