The time has come in haste,
Although these years seemed long...

Soaring on the wings of fate,
I am relinquished to this world...

With dusty tears, his eyes choke.
Leaving memories to the distant past...

Living on the railway to nowhere,
Every step I take lies a rusty memory...

It's on the cold days in December,
I truly see what life can be, or cannot be...

Sitting here with you next to me,
Cuddling close you say you're chilled...

This is for the poets
who's poems go unnoticed...

I find that in the mirror I am faceless;
But determined, nonetheless I shall smile...

What do you do when
The words you strain to write...

The ancient forest weeps to the azure heavens,
As Nature's children struggle on drifting moments...

Liquid extravagance in a bottle,
Holding the time that is to be had...

Speak willingly to the world,
Untold secrets lay rotting...