B E S I D E . M E

A hundred walks beside myself
To understand the truth
To delve beneath the deep confines
To break my every thought

A hundred years then I may spend
While my breath do draw
To cut inline my one belief
And all my country's lies

To turn the wheel of lost desires
Upset the cart of love
To turn the trail of one lost friend
And lose the end of light

And all these things that I have done
And all this time I lost
But life itself will always beat
But what I am is not

If faith can tell me who I am
Or why they are discreet
Then why do I seek to hide
From those I want to meet

I pray to earth
I ask of it
What does my life entail
For am I here, or am I not, to walk on my own trail

-Coren