The me that was
What am I
Dust moving by a storm
Or a branch down the river
Either way
I have lost control
The freedom that
Has been tasted
The freedom that
Has been striped
The promise of
The return
But never knowing
Will it come again...
They say in time
It will come again
But what if time
Passes me by
The freedom I have lost
Can never be gained
And the grain of
Happiness that I once held
has sliped, sliped away
To find a grain of Happiness
In a world full of deceit
Is amazing
To never find the
Grain once lost is
Normal, As everyone
Dies with regret