LAKESIDE.

So my star's told me

There's a person who lives by the lake side

To the right of little bridge along the edge of water

On the floating bed of lotuses

With some Lillie's by the porch

Always sitting beside the rocking chair

Admiring sunset, breathing with ease

But always alone,

In his mid thirties deeply nostalgic

I see him everyday

While passing the dark woods

And sometimes I think

"What the futures holding to?"

just mere Grief for everything?

"What makes a life so lifeless?"

Nearly close to death,

I heard a voice from his side

" Just some tiny feelings ".