mornings easy and dewy grass blades

fresh sunlight bottomless and free

out the window the skyline rendered

jagged and broken the bones

of these mountains

of these mountains to which i once

called home, sometimes i am sorry

that i left you and abandoned your beauty

to someone and to thing unknown. I

am on my way to my future, but

if luck would have it, i may return

if luck would have it, i may return

to the bliss filled, stubborn, go getter i

was long ago, but for right now it

seems i need to let go. Go somewhere

that no one knows me, who i was or

who i will be, but somewhere that

completes me and treats me by its own

completes me and treats me by it own

i long for somewhere that knows

my soul, but where did it go?

i’m on a quest to find something

that is long gone

that is long gone, and so is the

girl who once called these mountains a home.