I close my eyes
And try to rest my weary soul
As the trains rattle by
And planes whine overhead

The world keeps turning…
It needs no rest

But my soul aches
With the passing of one more day
Another day to fill my memory

And all the important memories fade…
And only emptiness remains
A soul full of emptiness
Is no soul at all

And here I am
Here I lie alone
Everywhere I am
I wish I were somewhere else
Somewhere far away
Somewhere…

But where?

Where in the world is my home?
Home is where the heart is…
But I have lost my heart
If I ever had one to lose

Maybe this world is not my home
I watch the sky…
I follow the sunset…
I live in my dreams…
Never knowing why

One day I will sail
Beyond the sunset
One day I will be that strength
To move Earth and Heaven
One day…

One day I will open my eyes
And find that it is not the day at all
And that I have run out of days
And run out of worlds
And run out of life

And I shall find my rest

The world keeps turning…
And I could never slow it.

08/21/2000

Author's Note: One of the sections is paraphrased from Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Credit where it's due.

Posted on 10/18/2004
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