By: Hunter Christian
My mind is far afield
To morbidity
To melancholy
I yield
Days are short
Nights are long
Empty door
An unsung song
My mind is far afield
Scant Sun
Frigid limbs
A frozen run
Heart is grim
My mind is far afield
Winter\'s solstice
Came and went
Big Run\'s coldest
Where it\'s bent
A season\'s depression
A calculated regression
Haunted by time
Starving for rhyme
The run has run dry
So too have I
My mind is far afield
My mind is far afield
My mind is far afield
I am
Far afield