Treatise

I SEARCH OF A DESTINY BEYOND THE REACH OF WHAT I KNOW BRIGHT AS THE NEW DAY THAT HOVERS OVER ME LIKE AN AIRY CLOUD THIS BITTERNESS THAT LINGERS HERE TAINTING MY HEART CLOUDING MY EYES THE FEAR THAT MAKES ME TREMBLE AND SHAKE, THIS MESS I AM CANNOT KEEP, CANNOT DRAG ME DOWN IN SPITE OF THIS I CARRY ON SEEKING THAT POT OF GOLD BEHIND THE RAINBOW I MUST WAIT FOR THE STORM TO PASS IT IS FREEDOM I LONG FOR THE HEAVINESS OF DOUBT THE DENSE FOG OF LOSS, LIFTED LEAVING ME IN OPEN FIELDS TO ROAM SCATTER THE EARTH, PALE CHILD HEAR THE CALL THE WILD SHOUTS COME IN. 2001