Where I began,
a small boy sad eyes
would venture forward
inside cloud grey skies
This was the way I began
while all around me lives
gave credence toward
some manner by which
to understand.
This was when I began
to wonder about where
everyone else had gone,
why the constant search,
what could possibly be wrong
with not thinking too hard,
what is right in my mind,
will fall into question anytime,
they might decide to return.
This was where I began,
somehow I do remain here.