Nigh

A day comes and goes by,
And I heave a gentle sigh,
The road ahead doth in front of me lie,
The beginning, is truly nigh.

Not an ounce of sorrow, not an ounce of joy,
It does, but ask me why?
A day of joy, it ought to be,
That feeling, I cannot see,
I do pray; I do hold my head up high,
The beginning, is truly nigh.

A day in solitude, is what I crave,
A day spent, in a wondrous cave,
Of wishes and dreams, of a foregone past,
The cave it is, of a die cast,
I venture out the cave; I look to the sky,
I truly, want to fly,
The beginning, is truly nigh.

The result it is, of a mind sly,
The result it is, of a heart not shy,
The result it is, of a brain that asks why?
A day comes and goes by,
And I heave a gentle sigh.
The road ahead doth in front of me lie,
The beginning, is truly nigh.