God.
The Pacific Ocean.
Roots.
I have plenty to say, but have no one to listen. To that, for me, I will write, in hopes someone will read.
Most of the time, I live life in a dream, and hope not to wake, for fear of reality in every breath I take...
I live life alone, but alone, my life I live.
My soul like still waters run deep, nothing about me is for keeps...
High and mighty these words, I surprise,
No imagination, no love,
my ultimate demise...
At last,
I'll Forever Be Finding Forever.
- "O"