Bleak

I cannot reconcile myself to this
I wish I could!
I cannot live the life I ought to live
I know I should!
I cannot bring myself to pray
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head But soon they will escape
Across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown
I cannot bring myself to sing
It is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round myhead
But soon it will escape
Across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to... speak
Except to wish myself asleep
Every word unuttered only serves to clutter up my head
When I go to bed I dream
that Soon I will escape across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escapeAcross our very own bleak landscape


Took a run down the Kingoodie/Errol road at lunchtime, not much to blip about :(

Found this abandoned farm gate/yard, a little bit of post production and turned out not to bad. Moody and bleak hence the title.