Walking down a corridor of memories, i seem to have lost my way, night
fades in and out, turning day by day.
Standing at the Doors and windows of time, looking back on my past,
hearing its old ryhme.
Seeing rivers of emotion, winding through the grass..i see myself as i
was, am and can be..shackled by things never being free.
Keep me, hold me, draw me close, i am lost, and never can be found, lift
me up, and keep me from being drowned, ....these rivers pull me down.
Once there was a Spark inside me..but its gone cold and dead, lifting
from my heart, leaving through my head.
All around me things have turned full circle..but im still halfway
there..slowly walking my way through.
I dont know what do do, is my life at an end..is it all new? Will i make
it, or fade away..that remains to be..Seen.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 336 AF.