Unopened letters

Sometimes I feel a bit like missing the real things in life while searching for the ultimate way to find true happiness, love and satisfaction with what I’m actually doing. A paradox. Though I guess, true for so many. So this one is for all the fortune seekers out there …

So long I’ve been searching
Days endless to count
My mistress of fortune
And at last I found…. you
Stepped out of the light, though
From darkness you fell
You promised me answers
And secrets to tell

So it’s the last thing on my mind
With you so gentle and so kind
That in the end I won’t get more
Than just a letter (than just a letter) at my door…. step

So I’m leaving again… now
My heart left astray
Roaming your traces
And losing my way
And when I’m returning
It’s my memory I’ll roam
What it was that got me… pulled
So far away from home

And it’s the last thing on my mind
The bitter truth that I will find
The reason that I left before
Unopened letters (unopened letters) at my door

So long I’ve been searching
Years endless to count
My mistress of fortune
And at last she found… me
Stepped out of the past, she
Came to my door
Delivering letters
I was not waiting for

It was the last thing on my mind
With her so gentle and so kind
That in the end I won’t get more
So I’m leaving the letters (unopened letters) at my door

Cathryn Holister (c) 2017 all rights reserved

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