Today I sat with
the past mark-making history...
Im walking the path of my life.
Im searching for my goal...
There comes a time
when regret fills the mind...
She stared at the
unreachable heaven...
Eyes off in the distance, No expression on my face
Lost in the air, no regret to replace...
Have you ever wondered how the homeless get to...
Have you ever wondered the daily struggles they go...
His sturdy hands work through
the stiffness of his art...
A mind so eccentric to happiness,
Drenched with pain it cries for...
Clean floats my abstract existence
serene, an enveloping canopy of clouds it abides...
In Tamriel, a land of green,
is where this tale begins...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
Just hanging from this tree being me.
People tend to pick on me...