Melancholy Meanderer

There once was a dark and a small, dreary road; It had overgrown hedges, but upon which I strode All too often, for I'd nothing better to do; It was here that I thought most of you. Did I have a decision, or maybe intention To walk the walk I meant with you?... It had trees of all sizes, each leaf a new shape. Each I knew held demise, so I wore a small cape. But I soon found out more and began to explore Many roads I knew not which to take... I roamed and I rambled thru bushes and brambles, Then I fell down into a ravine; It was then I rolled into a spring. You'd have loved how its clearness Could make one feel fearless; So, alone I decided to sing... Whether North, West or South I kept open my mouth. Whether East, up or down Never once did I frown; I could tell that you thought of me too, But I hadn't the proof or a clue. I stumbled and fell and the birds all could tell I was stricken with what they knew not. Here I slept without bed or a cot... I awoke to the sound of the wolves all around, And I wondered just what I should do; I'd have known had I been there with you. But I was not afraid; as I spoke, they obeyed, And I knew I'd a gift of some kind; Though I'd probably just lost my mind... So I then bathed myself in the spring; Still my mind had not known but one thing; It was thinking of you as I'd sing, And the tears flowed as fast as the spring... All I know was I wandered and doing so pondered what was it I did that was wrong? Never once did I claim to be strong; Just maybe I didn't belong? Could it be she'd no love for my song?... …At the last I just stared at the moon; It was full, but with hunger I'd soon Be a memory of her in the past. Should've known what is good never lasts...