I travel an endless road of life.
It starts it ends there is no rest.
In spots I see glimmers of hope and peace.
They are welcome oasis's in a desert of space.
I seek feelings that have been lost.
They have left with another gone to a scared place.
I reach out badly, foolishly and with no grace.
Refused I panic, run scared embarrassed and in disgrace.
Only part rest is personal and will remain that way, ha ha hard to be old also
