Lost Souls

Lost Souls I stare and stare at a blank piece of paper All day long laying in my pool of despair Humble are the offerings of life and yet I fear and fear that everything will disappear Life is after all shadow of long lost souls We sketch, we paint their paths like we were meant to No wonder, we are still led astray in midst of the world Because after all beauty lies in random curves of coal As always night will fall and day shall end tomorrow we shall begin our chase again I am exhausted, I am plundered of waiting Hopefully up next there will be a starry bend