People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.