The sun goes up
and down,
as days come
and go.

But time
is starting again now,
to move
so
      slow...



Gone is the warmth of
a friend like summer,
leaves severed dead
and cold.

My mind is set free
to wander,
but flesh seems tired
and old.

How other's spirit's rise
is a puzzle,
my highs, like the season,
just fall.

I feel a longing to
disappear in a crowd,
and sleepwalk there
with them all.