Walking down the eternal winding road of Timelessness
Glancing occasionally in the Abyss of forlorn hope
Laid to waste in the scenic splendor of the suburban Jungle
At Sunset When the Night comes alive with the
Demon sound of another dimension
The Sun blazes on the shifting sands of the Desert
Whilst the Freezing harshness on the Polar wastes
Look on in severe starkness
The times are remembered of the scary nights
The bright sunny days
The naive early days when complications didn't exist
Where a warm feeling of ageless youth took precedence
Over all the righteous lies to come
Then the realization that all things have an end. copyright ©Sally Jacobs 27/08/2009
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