So little time to imagine
So much more to lament,
As wishes transform to ashes
And tried moments seem to take precedence;
Over reasons that placed us there
Crispy distractions affect my judgement
Friendly voices take the pinch away
Finding a way back home once evicted
Cringe-worthy to most, inspirational at best
A breath once stolen, remains astray
In stories, intoxicated outbursts
Keeping the unknown enemy at bay
Out of place, out of your vivid imagination
An unsung hero, a disciple of time alone,
Unsure of written word, unassuming of the sacred verse
Nowhere to rest this wretched soul, no sensation to feel awake
On an don we go on, into murmuring landscapes
Just once we cried victory
Just momentarily we seemed escaped
The rest remains a bloody vow
Just a target to dispatch blame