Swirling winds of endless time
Slowly erode the weary mind
A mind programmed to forget
When a hundred harvest moons have set
When barn and wagon have termites eaten
Beyond repair to bear repeating
The sun shall turn, the earth shall set
When shadows of doubt become regret


Out here beyond few seasons
I bear the stains of logical reason
With eyes full of brilliant light
So as the devil out of mind and sight
Entities unseen, invisible beings
And the non-existing
Surely share a similar theme
....