Found Myself In Nature's Garden.

I found myself in nature's garden

wandering about time's long lost,

everything is hidden in the mist,

nothing is broken.

Time goes on and on.

The world is spinning in its wake.

Things are not mistaken.

Things are bitter in feeling.

I am in the garden of myself,

where this void is mesmerizing and

deep.

I can't take away what I will play;

and nothing conquers the loneliness.

Some days I am happy.

Some days I am sad.

I am nothing but quite unsure of myself,

and the unsettling rays of hope,

listening in the garden of myself,

listening in the forgotten of the rain.

Days spin to nights.

I am gone again.