I Am Lost In Life
I've found myself in search of Avalon and retreat. I've fallen over things to say and do, my incompetence has me in a lock. I think I'll resign to sitting under this aged and wise oak tree, which by the way is located in the far recesses of the more fragmented area in my head.
The sun hangs low and bathes in rays of electric purple.
The sun hangs low and bathes in rays of electric purple.