Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

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

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

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

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

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

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

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

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