As I talked to God, I watched the Sun; as I cherished the air I breathe.
I would ask a question, to the unseen spirits, alone will I always be?

Then a butterfly sat upon my shoulder , I no longer felt alone;
yet as sure as I knew there was company, the precious creature was gone.

So much to give, yet no one knows the depths of a lonely soul.
The warmth of flesh, the glare of a stare, these things I must behold.

Before I leave, I want to love, feel peace and no unrest.
The closest thing I have discovered is my close friend called Jess.

(Contemplating and Optimistic)  Antonio Gray.