SITTING HERE

Melancholy retraces it's steps
Rewinding the past again
These roads can't be rewritten
If only I did I back then

Time keeps ticking over
Each moment.... A photo of hope
Many may never remember
But may try, in order to cope

The love that I see is so distant
My child like hands reach out
Clawing at the seams of resistance
Never grasping the right amount

Wonderment fills my soul
The wind blows another thought
Cramped within itself
No sense is made, nothing taught

Beauty conceals the pain
A familiar mystery lies
Within the hands of fate
The truth is on our eyes.