At what point
do we relinquish...

A stun gun sun,
white light sight...

There are the eyes
always searching...

Rain of sadness, rain of gladness,
reign of madness...

In yesterday's once was
I was a has been...

I've paid my dues
with pain and blood...

Tramps the moon shadows,
cloud sifting on silent wind wings...

Snow is the pure white sheet funeral shroud
pulled over to cover the corpse of autumn...

Refugees of romance
running scared, running scarred...

Sleep delays my life
and is only attained...

A generation of lost children cry
oh, to be a rock, to be a feather...

The bones of a butterfly
lie dripping gossamer flesh...