It is a gray and gloomy day,
There’s not much to say.
In the middle of the gloom,
I sit in a corner- under the blanket- in my room,
I hear outside the November Rain,
That which falls heavily on the window pane,
The sound of distant cars and trains.
In the midst of the silent noise,
One truth is proclaimed,
I am alone…

As I sit thinking readily to myself,
I ask- what is Self?
What is Life?
Nothing more than mere strife?
Does the dream really precede the goal,
Or is it nothing more than useless toil?

No… Life is but a riverbed,
A river- a river that flows through my head,
Time and time again-
The pains, sorrows, joys, and false hallows never seem to end.

But where does the river lead-
Just beyond a hill of sunlit trees?
Somewhere beyond the vast sky-
Somewhere- somewhere for just you and I.

You see- I know the toils,
The trouble, the sadness, the calloused- hardened soles,
Of these feet- the feet that seem to wander,
Across a valley of a thousand wonders.

And I know- it seems futile,
A journey across a thousand miles,
But I can’t help but to reach,
Somewhere- somewhere I must be,
But I… I am alone.

I cannot say I hadn’t the chance,
When Fate had cast the rod in my hands,
But those- those were not my plans,
Plans that I hoped- feared not to be damned.

And in my Dreams I see her fully,
Nice white gown and glittered glory,
Beneath me a city glows with fury,
Above me a sky full of stories.

But those were the days of old,
Days come and days gone,
Days of youthful arrogance and guile,
Behind me in time- countless miles.

Just like this youthful zeal,
That had been cast away by an aging seal,
Along with Time’s desert sand,
And like an iridescent flame being snuffed out by an unseen hand,
There is nothing left to say,
Words cannot bring back what they may,
For my Dreams were cast away…

But then another flame is lit,
Shining through the Darkness,
It cries-
I just want to know there’s more than this…