Wrong

Written by: Elliot Randall

I sit upon, my thoughts so blunt:
I hear the birds that cry,
Not what I do, but what I can't, 
One can only try. 

I look upon, the sky so dark, 
The air is cool and still. 
The journeys that I won't embark,
Feelings I'll never feel. 

I'll walk this road, with uncertainty: 
I'll help myself along, 
Until I rest-- eternally,
Forgetting all my wrong.