(2013)
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
