When I Had Left So Many Years

I have fears about the world it's mental state. Of what I know and knowing, what I don't. Grown so high like wheat before it's mown. What I've read, it's stacked upon my head. Silver light shines in and on my face. Having lived and died so many time's before. Around the bud of love it never opened more. A common begger, begged that died beyond our reach. Could I colour blue and draw upon each wave. Water's soft and true that washed my hands and more. Held at bay the shadows stay where shadows standing stay. Having had so many year's and year's, I have no more to give, the rest they gave away.