Is it time to embrace my weary soul?
To let the tears fall as the night draws near?
To wrap my heart in arms that console,
And soothe the thoughts that spiral in fear?
For nothing seems to fit, or find its place,
I wander lost on streets I’ve never known.
Am I to vanish, leave without a trace,
And blend into the air, as if wind-blown?
-G
Unsung balladry. 