something about august
depresses the nice day
for its coming reveals
the months flied away

how many more will it take
for memory to release your face
how long can i endure
until your sight holds no allure

what have i been doing
in these seven full moons
other than yearning
for our ancient tunes

what did i achieve this feverish year
that brings me closer to my dear
or to my dreams, hopes, ambitions
when will i get a full vision?

of the life ahead of me, i wonder
for what am i doing in this eighth moon?
to gain distance from my mind’s thunder
thus revealing what lays under

under the scrambled wires
the blatant lies
self-caused fires
and judging eyes

where does the path end
when does it start
will we walk it together
or terribly apart?

this month it is, i tell my heart
now destiny will play its part
one more august now i greet
the real self begin to seek