Part of me is gone
wandering through foreign places i will never see...

I lie here
in my bed...

Inside of my head is a dark carvern
an empty space...

Me
Rage...

He lives half way around the world or maybe more
in a landlocked state with no sandy sea shore...

I charge into battle
my sword raised...

Looking back
there are so many what ifs...

At a distance
I want you...

In a huge group of people
I find myself feeling like an extra...

Not everything in life is easy
I can except that...

My life a blank canvas before me
photographs and memories map out my past...

Shreds of paper
venting...