We raise our dreams in the light
Not in the past of things, left undone
Or things lost or left behind, dead thoughts and wishes
Are better off,buried in green fields of memory
So now,as age slowly steals my youth,I seek out thoughts
Perhaps,long forgotten,and look for cities,that will embrace my spirit
Paths that will welcome,my presence,pointing the way
To crossroad moments,composed of neither, shadow or light
Time itself,wastes nothing, for only man can do this, in the economy
Of the dawn