The venom pours out on lined paper
Thoughts of the end take shelter
Life begins again as time is forgotten
The apple I eat is far from rotten
I look to God and hear my own voice
The question I ask leaves thought in silence
My mind is weathered
My mind is violent
I end with reason as the leaves blossom
I end with reason as my thoughts escape
Where do they go
Scattered across the earth
The rock in which I sit
The rock that carries its own worth
I sit and ponder
My mind escapes me to wander
I bleed as my voice screeches to a halt
Looking back I realize nothing was my fault
I love this place
Though I look to move on
I love this place
Alone I hear the echo of thought's song
Where do I go
Where do I go
As I sit
And realize
It doesn’t matter
