Wilted, the rose beneath my feat
Jilted, my heart as I walk the street
Lonely wandering
Quietly pondering
Cleaved to the endless road evermore
Carved, my will down to a thread
Starved, my soul as I still tread
The past calling
The present falling
Yoked to the gloomy fate evermore
Sings, yet a light steadily yond
Rings, yet a voice from beyond
For it walking
Never talking
Bound to follow blindly evermore
Cries, with a seductive song
Lies, with sonnets sweet and long
To it going
Envy growing
Shackled to the luster evermore
Wilted, the hope as pound my feat
Jilted, my future as I walk in defeat
Lonely wandering
Quietly pondering
Cleaved to the endless road evermore
