| Written: FEB 14, 2004 |
What now is left for you?
So far traveled astray from my true calling
That I’ve perished somewhere along the way.
Who is this thing that seeks my blessing
While staring back at me in my guise?
Looking to me for answers, when it
Knows not who or what it is.
Empty except for the dreams I birth,
All still born, never to see the light.
So here now I sit cocooned in arms tight,
Trying so very hard to remember myself right
As I drift by life like a haunted ghost in the night.
