he felt like an old ship waiting to be scuttled
I’ve got no stars to thank for this mess
I often hate fate, it can be so cruel
at one time she was the warmth of the whiskey
now she was as cold as the ice
but I looked up at the mountain and realized I had no choice but to climb it
first, I sat down by the river and for a while became the river
splashing all over not caring where I went
the clouds drifted by oblivious to my heartbreak
the ripples in the lake caused by the bad news were unceasing
the stepping stones I had coveted for so long proved to be most slippery
in this most unfortunate hour, I had only a half-dead tree to lean on
I waited for the churning water to calm, but all I saw was mud
I walked into the wilderness and was never seen again; intentionally or not it is not known
what a time to be alive, what a glorious time to die
our own mind is sometimes a stranger to us
life has a nasty habit of crushing one’s spirit
the ‘truth’ often melts like an april snow
we can wish upon stars, but they don’t have ears to hear us do they?
at this point, an alternative universe seemed to be a good option
life often means going into the wind...uphill...in four feet of snow
as the grandparents saying go
there are so many unhappy souls in the world
sometimes we probably all wish we could disappear from time to time like the moon
the rain plays no favorites
don’t be too harsh, we all lose our way from time to time
one of our problems is we’re always depending on the undependable
we all want the truth and sometimes unfortunately we find it
