In Losing At Love

Having hiked a thousand miles through forest, field and alpine valley, and lived a life of forced smiles while wasting time in fruitless dally, this highway hoped to bring me home yet no one's there to bid me, "Come." This life seems so ill-fated now and serves to keep my nerves at strain. The chase that led me away, somehow creates painful disorder in my brain. The wicked dreams became my master then let me be to clean disaster. How death-like it is to lose at love, but I refuse to take his hand. Emotions rise on wings like dove and I walk boldly in this new land. I've a rendezvous with death sometime but not 'til done with life sublime.