Hope...less
Monday, 20. August 2007, 05:16:53
Many Silver Medals I own
Still, never wished to be first
Yet in this, I wanted all
Now that I’ve seen, I crave gold
The very waters that keep one alive
The very waters that drown
Glass hearts shouldn’t hope
No my son….. don’t
You are agreeable to my soul
Though I’m not worthy to ask of yours
You may think I have no designs
Little do you know
Am I content to be alone?
You have much to learn.
Walking streets that lead somewhere
And I am never Home.
by Randall
