Walking on a Spring Afternoon...
Lost and Distressed
On the road to finding myself,
I fell in a hole
that keeps getting deeper and deeper.
Now all I can see is the sky above me
and the darkness around me.
Will I drown in the rain?
Will the roots tangle me?
Deeper and deeper
the hole keeps getting bigger.
Farther and farther
The sun the moon
The stars and sky
seem from me.
Will I ever climb free?
Will anyone come rescue me?
Will I be lost forever?
On this road to finding me.