When you come to me,. I'll question myself again;. Is this grip on life still my own?. . When every step I take. Leads me so far away,. Every thought should bring me closer home..
I hear your voice. Way down inside.. A whispering sea. Of towering trees;. But no reply.. A silence so rare,. And more than I can stand.. Sweeps like a flood,.
Once again I'm hiding in backwaters,. Running this way and that,. Trying so very hard to please.. . (Beware of hidden snares.). Rushing to bite the hand that feeds me,.