By The Wayside (Metaphor):
Gone are the glory days...

Let the wind soothe me,
sweep away all my mortal encumbrances...

Inner thoughts collides and shatter
into kaleidoscopic shards...

Today I find myself utterly bruised
my muscles completely abused...

Spellbound
Can...

Words
that I scroll...

The end of the day draws
to a close, the last sunbeams...

Do what you can right now,
seize the day...

Let the darkness drift
atmosphere will shift...

Pulse,
is racing...

Your brown eyes
sparkle like tiny stars...

The summer
now approaching...