And there he stood
Floating in the breeze
He looked so at ease with this world & it’s ways
So pleased with his essence, on such a dreary, winters day
And here I stood
Disillusioned. Calm.
No price I believed was being owed to pay
Whenever I considered this to be more then a stray.
Not a stray I considered!
How wrong can one be?
When lies are the only withered tree
That blossom their roots inside of me.
