When I caught a glimpse of you, my soul
And as misery loves company they gathered to state their bragging rights.
That surrounds the ever present plains of life
I’m in a strange foreign land
There goes a torn traveler
The known stranger
There’s chaos & chaos outside, but peace still reigns within.
Is writing of a happy time
The remains of the day, what you choose it to be
If darkness scares you today
With familiarity bred contempt
A youth of caprice is what they say