Drawn & Discouraged.

Take a picture, and freeze me there.
Then wait two years to glance back at my face...
You'll notice the tears have still not dried...

For weights of sorrow will never erase.

Now take these emptied scraps of paper...
And write down those detailed sights you see.
You'll notice that I do not have a shadow...

For no one ever has followed me.

Now listen closely,
And listen well.
Draw those items that fill your list.

Then place it in the haunting moor,
To dry their stains upon the mist.

Now take the three...
The forlorn picture...
The message written, and discouraged drawn.

You notice that I am in neither of them...

Because I have already gone.