I'm so sad today
And I'm not sure why...

In this rhyme
There's no sublime...

I miss you even as we speak
And it's just this thought...

I can't seem to write
My hands have gone dead...

I wish you were here
For this music's so sweet...

Tear it from my chest he said
To be rid of all that is dead...

I've been here for sometime
My hands grow old...

Deserts and Oceans
No different than the Meadows...

In a picture, not taken
And lies, less mistaken...

A million thoughts cloud my mind
While this thin blanket attempts its heat...

With a mountain of distrust
You turn your back on me...

The clouds today spin
In a song that reminisces...