I envisage a night of soaring white stars traveling the thick heavens
Images of old presenting themselves; of days when I was a bit greener
My brows watched friends come and go like waves during a turbulent sea

Time like the wind blew by quickly, racing like a small neon lizard after a fly
It carries with it the soggy memoirs of my cracked and shattered past
Illusions of a placid world swept away by a cold remorseless breeze

These frailer bones were quivering; pondering where my quest will exit
They bred distress from struggling against gravity; never stopping the fall A black asphalt always teasing me with a blinding future guided by fate

…am I awake, is this a dream or have I even gone to bed?