Far away I am,
Like I have always been;
From the peace that everyone says,
Lies within.
In this quest,
I go far and far
& come back again;
In this same corner,
Sitting with these blank pages
All over again!
Tired are my hands,
As this pen moves to write
The same old lines;
My skin, hair, and face have changed,
But this melancholy has been constant all this time.
So every evening I sit in this corner,
With blank pages and my pen;
Hoping to write one day,
A song that will bring my lost peace once again.