I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere. This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall. This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.