Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head

Upon a broken wall

Upon a broken wall I sit,
Thinking lots, speaking a bit.

Watching all that's nature made,
In the huge champas shade.

Dreaming, reminiscing past good days,
Pondering on faults, that could've changed.

Dreaming of fairies and pixie dust,
Humming music is a must.

Munching on something, sour and sweet,
On odd days, giving self a treat.

Squirrels around give me company,
Later the birds too accompany.

Spring, summer, winter or fall
I shall continue to return to my broken wall.