Cuddling our old blanket,
Smelling that scent...

Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...

It's silly,
I will go willy-nilly...

So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel...

You are a little robot, following the program,
But it's all part of the grand plan...

A place of peace, something of serenity,
Blessed with thoughts of eternity...

What is left, when the Left, is far?
Can you really talk about anything below or above...

Dad Died,
And there was a pause in the matrix...

Gob Callo,
He was a hero in my (pretend) mind...

If a young one sends a simple, easy interest,
And it's trust...

The autumn whirlwind of warmth and cold,
A man should understand that we all get old...

Hold the flag high, be ready to wave,
Understand what the veterans gave...