Twilight Day

The morn casts a shadow on my mind this twilight day of dark clouds I mourn everything lying dead behind. Seems nothing was done right what was for me missed my sight built blindly castles of sand dreamed harvest on fallow land. When it came to paying a price chose way out with compromise not asking the purpose was made this soul the intended task of its earthly role. As I lament all the wasted years clouds disperse the sky clears whispers a voice from my inhaled breath being alive is enough rest is myth.