I have subcomb to my defeat,
I can't give more than I have,
I can't be who I am not,
I can't love a faker.

I have loved,
lost, and loved again.
I accept my defeat.
I don't want to walk on this trail again.
The tree's are ugly,
grey and delapatated,
they look like pet moss. Grey,
I want the trail that is green and alive.
I want the trail with the beautiful birds,
singing and dashing in front of me.
I want the trail thats new.

Its time for a new adventure.
I want so much and get nothing.
I keep picking up the rocks that are good for
nothing but throwing.
You know there are nice rocks.
You can find on cool trails.
Maybe I am making it up, maybe
all the rocks are the same its just how you look at them.

I really need a new adveture.