It was once fulfilled, there churned love. A love surpassed by none. Now it is a wasteland, yearning for more. Once it was flowing, with dreams. Dreams of the past, Dreams of the future. But alas, the riverbed has long since been dried. Dead plants still cling, But only to false hope and faith. The wasteland rejects life, It rejects love. The foundations have been cracked, The belief of being whole again, drained. It wants to enter, But is thrown back by fear. The force which was once love, Was changed by pain. He is wandering his own wasteland now. He searches for what was, But will only find what is. I wrote that a long time ago. probably six or seven years ago. i think i wrote in between my freshman and sophomore year in high school, not sure though. i am also not sure where the inspiration came from.