Work In Progress

A young man I used to be As I muse beneath this poplar tree We are dust and nothing more Exiles from a distant shore A fallen leaf from the tree of life Given to excess and so easy to entice The tree I knew no longer there The hilltop wooded now stands bare I will weep so no one can see The pain that lays inside of me Forgive me sir and if you could Leave me to disappear into these woods That no longer stand but in my mind Are unaffected by the sands of time I will no longer speak your name Or call out to you in vain Let me rest under this tree Let me pretend that I am free I need nothing but time to think To hold a rock and let me sink Into the waters of my mind Away from the holy divine I am a man and nothing more An exile from a distant shore