Wednesday, June 29, 2011
what began in scrawl
Here in the broth
The froth and the fray
As I am tossed
And lost
Not knowing my way
Whose are those eyes
I see shining me home
Not any of the heroes
That have left me
Alone
I reach for a dream
And he has no name
Perhaps I will find him
Though in time
Just the same
I shall die
As we all must
Happy or no
No matter the ending
The book will be closed
The froth and the fray
As I am tossed
And lost
Not knowing my way
Whose are those eyes
I see shining me home
Not any of the heroes
That have left me
Alone
I reach for a dream
And he has no name
Perhaps I will find him
Though in time
Just the same
I shall die
As we all must
Happy or no
No matter the ending
The book will be closed
