If

I were to wish my life

Away

Looking for those words

For emotions to

Display

And sum up all that had

Been

Would I not no longer here

Be

But rather be buried somewhere for you to

See

My resting place

But to find me you’ll have to look further you

See

Walking the fields could possibly be a starting

Place

Or upon a mountain taking in

Air

Down by the river drowning with

Despair

But in the dark more often you will

See

That I walk and look upon the

Starts

And question my

Beginnings

And those stirrings in my

Heart

For it will not let me rest

You see