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

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

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

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

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

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

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