StopDropRoll
Bluelighter
I often wonder why I was brought here,
yearning for what I had in the past.
Every day that passes the vision is less clear
and those days were never meant to last.
Memory of a time when my body and mind were one
and the hands of the clock stood motionless,
Like a child lost in the new day sun,
my life has become a never-ending quest.
The object of my desire is always close at hand,
and yet seems to far to even see.
Searching with blind eyes through the dust and sand
For a state of being I long to be.
My soul will be found before I reach the grave,
with every day that passes it is sanity I crave
yearning for what I had in the past.
Every day that passes the vision is less clear
and those days were never meant to last.
Memory of a time when my body and mind were one
and the hands of the clock stood motionless,
Like a child lost in the new day sun,
my life has become a never-ending quest.
The object of my desire is always close at hand,
and yet seems to far to even see.
Searching with blind eyes through the dust and sand
For a state of being I long to be.
My soul will be found before I reach the grave,
with every day that passes it is sanity I crave
