I can't say I've felt like I have mattered before
All the ideas surround me
Not sure if I can take anymore
The small things have made this light turn on and off
But veritable purpose is never met
It is all artificial
Until the sun finally rises and never has to set
Anything to make the day begin
Varify importance in this exsistance
I've slept in attempts to grow accustomed
To life in the dark
All making more nightmares
Of this life so stark
Been told its only over that hill
But eventually making my way over has no result at all
Guess we all see the light differently
When it shines for one
It can still be missing
Constanty Renewed Theme
The ode maker lives outside the mainstream and yearns periodically to be in the norm - then remembers, the norm sucks - nice challenge well met at dawn - loved the over the hill images - its me all over! - (62 y.o.) check spelling - existence? ~~~Lady A