0 Farfetched

Around every corner Every bend of the road While searching for what I've lost I found the unexpected
I breathe in all the sounds I hear all the colors I wished for something more I got only what I needed
Peace seems to pass me by Release there's no comfort Sleeping returns the nightmares Patience quite the inefficient
Where does my hope come from? Where can I find rest? Your warm embrace Is all I need To get through every bungled, twisted, psycho day.


--Priscila L, 17