This life,
Its ending despite me,
and this quarrel,
Its fusing behind me,
nothing unsung; I sang,
I errand ones lungs...
Now I’m free.

The mind stranded,
holding fast to the
days of seeking,

time is brawling for
a lifelong nesting
to its own demise.

This life is on hold...
arrives a party of one
for a lovely meal.

Under the wind
locked behind its
whistling frame
becomes anew…
which captains
this life from within.

Declining youthful trails
so quickly becoming
this wisdom cuisine.
Then suddenly begins
this pressuring to become,
and then finally...
to be floating between
all that is punctual.

Croaking around
this decor of time,
cheers all around...
as we battle for
the never ending.

I'm lost,
dreaming up to bargain,
surrendered to vacancy
moving my face around,

nothing is present
or still,
the closest bell,
ideals carry aim
for saving it all...

no hope sings here,
lifes lacking is loud
the journey is busy
with loss,

I've found.