Why have I been beyond;
where roads are taken by,
why haven't I some bonds:
when time have always tried;
have spirits not been fond
of solitary flights;
or have I gone these months
by self-indulgent lies;
how fairly low;
how rarely seen;
how lowly yet,
so evergreen;
his burdening of cons;
his bruises-needing rise;
all failures but have calmed
his inner-aching whys;
so sudden-coming guards
no seeking for rely;
within the hopes they scarred;
he's soaring his own skies;
how fairly low;
how rarely seen;
how lowly yet,
so evergreen.
