The noise of footsteps quickens, with haste I run, but time is chasing me down this one way street

As smart as a fox I am in and out of every nook and cranny, the flood of the inevitable hot on my heels

Each moon passing hails another suns birth, the more you witness the more you question your worth

From boy to man with no set plan, the compass has no needle, the waypoint , the marker, just keep on forwards motion until the days are longer and darker

The last ditch attempt to try and apprehend has me hiding behind a long grey beard, a cane to aid and a shuffling of every weary stride

That long lasting sleep it beckons, it claws at my heartbeats as they fade to a lone bugler, the procession, the flowers, a youthful smile to hail a new awakening