Poor Me
 

My corrupt interpatation has left me with a perverted view
Alone is the beauty of the river I float in
To be intertwined is the magic I’ve lost
Weaning myself to curse lonesomes road
I fear that I’m lost with out any sails
Stealing the crust of another days light
To walk hand in hand is but a dream dashed
I ask for this spell of hate to be broken
What have I done to deserve such a mess
I ask with full knowledge of my deeds rewarded
Poor me’s no more I know it’s been coming
Twisted and jagged the sloshing I hear
I cant make much sense when I sense no more
Awake is the night I stumble across

The sails are still there my friend. You simply must raise them to catch the breeze of life that blows above your current vision.
You may feel lost, but you do have direction.

What happiness brings thats dropped from a cloud
We search towards the sun alone in a crowd
A ray is enough to start my heart beating
A song in my head keeps my other foot going
A dance of my fingers tapping on the side window
Reminds me of times spent that somehow are fleeting
A clock then a chime sends small chills up my spine
A cuckoo blurts out that now is the time
The beautiful rain gives me life that I'm needing
The melody of rivers rush keeps me from bleeding
The passion that's born from a single wet kiss
The taste on my lips tells me of the sweet bliss
A walk in the park on a day like today
The beauty of life transforms to my memory
I float on a cloud and hope for a moment
The rain waits for me to follow it's slumber
I rest in the halcyon breeze that is blowing
Loving this life enjoying the bourgeon

Here is to life's rains, that they may bring you the most brilliant garden.