For that lost innocence
Of looking into the future,
For a time when the days ahead were mine.
And now, I look to the past
With a longing that should not exist
In one such as I.
Unwillingly I banished my home
And am left to drift among the sea
Of dreams unrealized,
Of tears, unshed, over and over again.
I am homesick for a time long gone,
And upon its approaching
I retreat to a place
When the days ahead were mine.
A toast! A toast...
To that undying love of ours
And to a home we never build.
(c) Lishesque
12:11 am Tuesday 12 August 2003