# Along the misty shade of river gray

Blessed are those who seek nothing, free of will and will power. While I lay thinking and clutching, To that one bright sunflower, that I found, in my search

Hopeful are those who feel nothing, Numb as a river fed with scum. Here I am, across the river gray running, the petals of my flower becoming drunk, while vultures nearby perch

Happy are those who dream nothing, Their goals all achieved and done. Looking across I can see the burning, of what was a garden I intended to save overturn. Along the misty shade of river gray, I lay, with a yellow tape. That is my life now.

I could sit here and anaylse this for hours because there is a lot of things I wanted to convey and believe it or not, this came on the spot while I was creating this blog page. I had written a poem with the same title once before but it was a very different structure. I am myself amazed.