Bleak Landscape

I cannot reconcile myself to this

I wish I could

I cannot live the life I ought to live

I know I should

I cannot bring myself to pray

Except to wish these words away

They echo round my head

But soon they will escape across the bleak landscape

There is a tree that grows out of this earth

It stands alone

There is a wind that shaped it from its birth

By whom the seed was sown

I cannot bring myself to sing

It is a wild untethered ting that echoes round my head

But soon it will escape across the bleak landscape

I cannot bring myself to speak

Except to wish myself asleep, asleep

But every word unuttered

Only serves to clutter up my head

And when I go to bed I dream that

Soon I will escape across the bleak landscape

And soon we shall escape across our very own bleak landscape