We cannot cease continuing on. The waves of banal day-to-day will just keep rolling on, The strength that wants advancement would need us extra strong, The strength we have is used in haste a-rushing ‘round the bend Each day goes on, destroying what’s irreparable to mend.
And damage to the likes of that appear without regard, It’s not events that we can help; We tumble down the yard In what I had remembered- with the autumn of the day- Was leaves and you and you and me and feeling some kind of way.
Cease to engage, or breathe, or see: a melting bland existence. A road with boundless challenge finds a sport in welcome distance. I push away the past because I missed the way it kissed us And swaddled us in sunshine days; I miss the past, but I miss you more.