Written by Dori Bushee
Time on my hands,
memories on my mind,
no sense of direction,
is all that I find.
Endless blank pages,
of a journey now lost,
dreams all now vanished,
at such a high cost.
Days much too long,
that turn into night,
leaving me lonely,
and filled with fright.
Is this all there is,
for a life spent on earth,
just battling within,
never knowing our worth?
Time on my hands,
memories on my mind,
and the one love I knew,
I no longer can find...
Copyright 2006
Dori-The-Dreamer
