If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.