Here comes the nightshade that looms high overhead,
Covering my body and blindly me once more again,
Darkening all the paths so leading me on to dying,
Harnessing my energy and dreams within my head.

Barely seeing and grasping the consequences presented,
Stumbling aimlessly in any which directions ahead,
Knowing no direction or seeing any new possibilities,
Onward moving to hunt for the light and sun overhead.

When as a young man so running wildly in pastures green,
Rolling on the ground with friends who loved me like no other,
Laughing and singing as though time would never, ever end,
Feeling invincible, despite those older surrounding my being.

Joking when the time came to seek and understand knowledge,
Blowing past the scientific way of understanding this life,
Blindly hoping that the moments were not so ever fleeting,
Hoping for another day to spend with all my loves and friends.

Those years crept first then stampeding like a band of wild horses,
Running breakneck with the thunderous pounding of the hooves,
Until awakened one crisp morning when the sun just tipped the sky,
Realizing that 20, then 40 years passed on life's locomotive bounding.

So planned and sought after now comes the darkened clouds,
To swoop me up and send me upwards or downwards falling,
Those days of youth no longer saving this man's life journey,
Tumbling into the everlasting darkened place.