The season is coming Leaves crumble underfoot Skies change signalling a departure from youth to mid life Autumn beckons to its cooler sibling Preparing for the challenge we must all face The final path towards what lies ahead
Try to have hope When all all around seem bleak The noose of reality Around the neck of the meek Look to our history Learning the goal Prepare yourself For the leading role
I think myself to another level A consciousness of my own Needing freedom to live in this projection Finally realising We are limited in the control of our lives in this uncertain future
a wrinkled monument to a well abused past held aloft for posterity glowing in the dashboard of eternity pointing to the ethereal glow as the net is cast