Lyricaltruth's Blog

I quietly slip outside my door

Leaving behind an unwashed floor,

and a pile of dirty, crumpled clothes,

The end of which, nobody knows.

I close the door, turn from the mess,

Breathe in, and drink of quietness.

Then, take a lonely, lovely stroll

Deep into the woods to refresh my soul.

There, I shall dream, and plan, and pray,

For perspective and strength to face the new day.