As the light slowly faded and the dark night
engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering,confused, deep in thought about what it was and
what might be,
As the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night,
sleep was the last thing on my mind,
restless mind and sombre thoughts manifest inside me,
My life has always been a dream,
a never ending chase,
often taking me to hell and back,
a dream that at times seem like a nightmare,
As i sit here and count the scars,
these tortured thoughts scream louder and louder in my mind,
a mind filled with dreams is now just filled with chaos,
maybe out of chaos comes order?
Maybe one day? but time is my enemy,
i stand at the edge and wonder, as i look down,
wishing that something could happen,
i feel like a bird without wings!
