Lost In Thought
I looked once, and never found it,
I knew it was there, but still I looked past it,
Expecting it where I knew it was not.
But life doesn't work as you expect,
Breaking through my window.
Walking to my bed.
The dark ancestral Spectre.
He'll leave you all for dead.
is a seed.
And at a special time
you are given that seed.
The Myopic Traveler
The myopic traveler who wanders the roads
With a lazy pace he always does go
A narrow mind he has in his head
Lascivious looking for some woman to bed