Beyond My Scope

Bright open skies of future
Carried on the back of hope
May the winds of realization
Cure this queer fixation

Searching for a clean sheet
Paper to write my story upon
Memories fill each line before
My hands can ask for more

Clouds shadow opportunity
Recollection causes despair
No new leaf to turn around
The broken clips of sound

I will walk back to that sky
My open sky of future
I will carry on my back the hope
Of a future that is beyond my scope