I run to my secret place
Where happiness lays dormant....
Waiting for the perfect time to pounce,
But running only tires my body
And I fall face first in the dirt.
The pursuit thrives within my being
But the will,I have not, to continue.

The search must die out,
Like a love lost at sea....
I have become his Annable Lee,
Drown by the hatred thoughts
Of those all around me.

Fiesty
8/2/99