Stuck

The bays of splendour are ringing
Rays of the sun searing through the windows to my soul
Far fetched joy in the horizon beckoning to me
I can't move
I can't feel

The sound of music is no longer blissful
What's left feels like droning echoes in a torn continent
Anger in me boils
Dissilutioning the radiance my eyes see
'Tis not a bad day
But the ghosts of a past life haunt me
Not because I was wrong
But cause I had the power to confront but....
I bailed

So...

The bays of splendour are ringing
Rays of the sun searing through the windows to my soul
Far fetched joy in the horizon beckoning to me
I can't move
I can't feel.