A new strife

Today, amidst you do I stand,

Longing for a life

Longing for a all new hope

Longing for a strife

Standing alone in the lanes of creed

Awaiting for the gods to heed

Where they stand in the woods of life

I yet await that one true strife

Blunt and cold in the arms of age,

I lie like a fruit for forage

Sitting on the shallow shores of the ocean of hope

I sit, I sit and then cry... 

But yet, there is a distant sun,

Burning hot, but bright

Upright does it stand like stone

Callous in its drive

Far too away, in its distant lands

Do the doves now call,

Far too close in the seas of hope,

Only do they recall,

And I, a weird visitor

strange even to the moon,

Sits here amidst the cold winters

Awaiting the strife - my only boon...