The moon is blood red
No cloud dared to cover it...
Andromeda cries.
Deep inside I feel regret
For living a life of so much neglect.
I walked…I talked…I joined a race
But so close to the finish line, I fell flat on my face….
I accepted the lies
Ran away from the truth...
And like a lost fire fly
I chase after my youth.
Nothing else provides a better example of a missed shot than the story of Adam and Eve from the Book of Genesis
Alone in my bed...
A day after Valentine’s...
Sober and broken.
Leaves all dried up
The wind is chasing my soul
There is no more hope.
I am still mourning
The painful defeat and loss
There is no love here....