Well, it's not really a poem; I was writing it hoping to make it a song someday...but there's no music, written or performed, to go with it, so I guess for now it's just a poem; a work in progress at that; but it says most, if not all, of what I want it to...I'm struggling to add more to it, so here it is for now...
The world is empty, I’m alone
Buildings and postcards pass me by
My mind keeps spinning thoughts and observations
But why? What’s the point?
I reach out to hug a tree, but it’s all so fake
My love is useless, ‘cause I’m too far up
I wonder what’s beyond this world
If there’s a place where my heart can run free
‘cause it’s the only thing my imagination seems to fancy
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