Wish you were here

 and here I am, coming down the mountain

descending into the lost contents, of my weary soul

looking out over the hills, covered with my patience

and I know, I'm a long way away from going home

and I wish you were here, where the trees are fresh

bearing their purifying fruit of a mind

continuously on the run as I cannot stop

'cause so much has come weighing down on me

and its rains pouring down into the gutter of my lost tomorrow

as a yesterday's sun has let me down

and I so wish you were here

maybe someday you will take me home...?

(c) JR. 2021