on a road less travelled, largely unknown...
losing way too often, am much too prone...
a miracle nonetheless for the parched land...
not a drop of water, endless miles of sand...
Almighty will, a blooming rose in the middle of a desert...
although nature is, it comes with the thorns imbibed to hurt...
is it really a half glass empty or a half glass full...
try as much, impossible it is, to milk a bull...
those who mattered 'n those who never made the cut...
not now a puzzle, absolutely clear as a rut...
endless pain when sweetness leaves a sour taste...
a lesson learnt hard is but never gone to waste...
apparently it's too little to gain, too much a pain...
yet abnormally, I long too, to be normal again...
