I wish that I had found
my stumbling feet
I wish that I had left it
more to chance
Left my thoughts written
on the broken street
(Left the little things
on a street in France)
My sanity could not come
closer though
My brain cannot handle
the strain unknown
That must come whenever I
still must go
That held me bound in
chains down to the bone
I cannot comprehend the
final hour
So I write to try to see
the new fate.
Alas, I see the new
bloom’ed flower
And I see what humans
have missed to date!
Simplistic messages of
what to give
That people searching
find the will to live 
