Wandering through a brain-fog trying to find the words. Following the tune I hear so clearly coming from the birds. The rain falls all around me, still trying to find the trail. Through a fog I cannot see, longing to set sail. No matter where I go, it's the same as where I've been... Driving me insane. Will I ever see the sun again? Does brightness ever reign? April 24th, 2024 By: Alanda McRae