I wander, this lonely place between shakespeare and keats
Wearing the rainclouds and dancing amongst my defeats
Love is not love and hate is not hate without backing or reason
Tales of sweet thunder and pirates excitement, stories of wonder and treason
I wander, this lonely shore without want or direction
Searching for something, I used to own, Searching for writers protection
My love lies broken in a far away land and I cannot reach her at all
Evil stands over her breaching her soul, evil stands over her tall
I wander through my writing, searching for hope, Something any kind of inspiration
Something to write for, someone to read, without any insane condemnation
