My feet pound against the moor
I left everything I had
I never needed them
I never wanted them
The tall grasses scrape there needles at my leg
This is how I should have felt
But no
I feel as high as an eagle in the sky
The moon blazed it's flames above
And here I am as little as so
Only one micro-sized piece
The probably isn't one
I lost my faith
I lost my hope
I lost the galaxy
To my despair
I lost myself
Now I realize how I'm not an eagle
And how I'm a mite
Crawling across the surface
Of the moor
The rabbits are in there dens
Warm and cozy
While I'm bitter out here
I close my eyes
And sleep away the pain
Only to find more of it at dawn
But when I woke up
I was somewhere new
But no,
I wasn't home
I was looking down at my home
Looking at what this world has become