Like clockwork, the sun sets
Upon the age of night...

Passing by, passing by,
Time's to short to laugh or cry...

October's breath sinks within my lungs
Taking lonely thoughts on its retreat...

Dust rises under the sun.
Unsung beauty...

Moments dwindle on a thought,
Perceived by subtle notions...

What are memories but passing
reminders on shattered glass...

Black clouds hover,
Never to reveal...

Let me think my thoughts,
Without having to read them in the headlines...

Just another statistic
On the government charts...

First hour of the day;
Health class; Joy...

Sitting here with the same pen,
Writing words I've seen to many times...

Lovers tongues a fleshed bridge,
Martyrs to a righteous cause...