I know this is really off topic and not really about anything, but here’s a little poem for the wanders and the lost… Enjoy 🙂
Leaving you for Devils gate.
Never felt such lovely hate.
Losing myself to the fog,
pass the ranch with the broken logs.
A place for sale could be a home.
With this fog I’m free to roam.
Then a glimpse of light in dark,
I turn around and miss their mark.
Am I free or am I gone?
You only know by the song.
I know you think you are the best,
you are falling down like the rest.
I am once again left in the dark
to write my future and find my park.
Although you try, you don’t understand.
My soul, my mind, the line on my hand.
I guess I should just keep on,
I need to figure out my song.