Birds sing the day to dusk, this mist scatters, and my thoughts lie astray, my world crumbles with the awakening of a tiny life- a holy feeling of longing. I know what to do, yet I think my mind wrong without guidance. Lessons taught, bait is gone, yet no fish caught. Drinks around my table seem to little these days, no family I'd enjoy dining with. Amongst my peers I buckle in torment, those people I mean nothing to; bitter is the child left behind! I'd rather dream in love, than die in screams- so in dreams I drift away. Animals live the years away, while I waste away my youth in silence- I sense a hollow grimace, still I ponder. My only regret is one choice made, with no way to replace my feelings my soul goes untouched by human thoughts. I miss you are the only words I know how to mutter.
STRESSED OUT!
This is my lullaby.
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