How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…

Sailed an ocean just to reach you, passed through a hurricane or two, hit land to find a ring upon your… I was almost there for you. Crossed a continent to find you,

In the middle of life there’s a mo… Reminiscing, regretting, “Is ther… Looking out in both ways from the… as I tumble and shrink to an infin… For I know forever has no end of…

This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.

I’d take a knife and cut it out like some deep-down infected gout if only it were there under my ski… I’d prick a vein and let it bleed, free flowing, nothing to impede

It seems so very long ago and yet… we stood as one and made the vow t… Then sealed this vow as things are… But at the time it never crossed o… that such a vow has not the power…

Can you grasp a piece of midnight, from the furthest reach of the sky… when it seems nothing has gone rig… and there’s no reason why? Can you see yourself from the shad…

Hand on the wheel and mind in the… between Lubbock Texas and home. The sky is as big as the rolling p… no better place to be alone. It feels like a movie that’s mixed…

Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.

You can buy land and home across this world made of stone, gathering more into barns than the… You can travel and see every sight there may be

What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…

I wish it would have been a war that was the explanation for the reason you are not around, the reason I don’t hear the sound of your voice anymore.

Spent another day chasing like eac… and what did it gain us this time? It feels like we’re racing against… in effort to scavenge a dime. I guess I don’t get it– the purpo…

Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,

I charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I