Looking for a place

It’s sad that I don’t know of any meadows

I have gone so long without looking at the sky

So long that I have got sick from it

Sick from looking people in the eyes

There’s so much emptiness behind their eyes

So much emptiness

They think the same thoughts

Every day they think the same thoughts

I haven’t looked at the sky in so long

I’m starting to think the same thoughts

My mind is grey from it

A morbid grey of sadness

So cold my heart aches from it

A cold grey

I wish I knew of a meadow

A meadow where I can lay and look at the sky

Look until the blue eats out the grey from my eyes

I wish I knew of a quiet stone archway

Maybe one with some vines crawling up the wall

With stone walls so quiet I cannot think the same thoughts

I wish I knew some place really beautiful

Not the loud beauty of white beaches with green waters

The serene beauty of old stone castles, you know

I wish I knew a place