In shrouds of imagination we see....

Dream

to settle down

to lay back in the sun

to have the room to build a farm

and a family

to have the room to run.

Somehow I must give in

I must remember

That she has no feelings for me

Although I love her

I fought to make her what she is

Even though sh treated me like a dog

But this time I just can't

Why should I guide her an loose myself in the fog.

She knows I love her

And she must be counting on it.

©1997 Michael Meade