My Thoughts


Barren in the wasteland of a thought I had before
Naked to the elements, my idea I had once worn
The thought I still do ponder,the sea just out of grasp
To think my way beyond the path
To which I will unfill my cast

Barren still I stand, still open to the sea
To reach beyond the grasp of mine into the open green

The wind that shivers down my spine
Familiar still to me
A rush that lifts my sight again
Yet still wont set me free
A blade of grass upon my toe
A wisp of what I do not know

A cast of my own making
Leaves me exposed with fright of mine
The hope I hold, I hold within
What can I still call mine

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