People grow old
Like the withered roads they drive on
Like the houses who hold them while they dream
Forgetting their future one second at a time

The day after tomorrow
And the day before yesterday
Slipping away into distant worlds

People pretend to be people
Forgetting yesteryears memories
Who will be the last one standing

People wait nervously
For something that is nothing
For nothing that is something
Perpetuating endlessly
(Dreaming of black sheep)
A paradigm of calm insanity

People cry out into the dark
But only the soft ticking of clocks answers
Killing time with each inhale
Killing themselves with each exhale

In the end
The question is the same
On the hospital bed
Or on the battlefield
"What did I do to deserve this?"

Soil and flame pick apart the body
A ghost remains
The black sheep

Water falls and exuberant mossy hills rise and fall across the horizon. Grey and purple have toned the sky. A smoky fog hangs in the air and all is still. Peace.Peace.Peace. Stars are enlightened by the dark dusk coming upon them . Each star containing a electrifying  glow illuminating the somber sky. The sky now is crawling with a chill and the sun that once beat down on you is now silent and still, caressing the sky with tones of darkness. Darker and darker and darker the sky becomes. Somber waves of the near by ocean calms your mind.
Dandelion flowers and purple tulips fill the fields. The somber night has gone and now morning has arrived.