Chasing my shadow amoung the broken branches of the valley i am continuously tripping over the ghosts of yesterday burnt within the wilting Lillie's that flood the fields beyond here and now. aimlessly i burn bridges while the suns fire chars the green and brown of his Hughes as i search blank canvas for faces that may have never existed, i am failing to find slight optimism and your dancing somewhere off in the distance, your close enough to wilt the weeds, yet i will never find you.
