Out there, on the open fields,
The rolling hills, the endless sky,
You wait for something mystical,
As hours creep, and wind blows by —
And though I’ve told you many things
Among the hints I’ve given,
My words are not enough to build
A world for you to live in.
Out there, as the morning comes,
And worries start to congregate,
You listen for a missing voice,
Your sorrows to ameliorate —
I sense the way that feelings crowd,
Your swirling head is teeming,
But my words aren’t enough to clear
A pathway for your dreaming.
For “out there”‘s where you find yourself
In far too many ways,
You can’t shake off this lassitude,
This maddening malaise –
The things that made you smile once,
You look at without feeling,
And all the magic in the sky
Is just another ceiling —
Out there, where the Autumn cries,
And passions crumble in the grass,
You feel your body trembling,
From weight of what has come to pass,
But still, I send the love I have,
These words to show I care,
So you can close your eyes, and know
That someone else
Is out there
