In a blind pursuit of forgotten dreams
I lay to rest upon a mountain beside silver streams

There was a day I believed and thought I could not be deceived
It was just a matter of how life was perceived

Today I sit in darkness watching the sands of time slip away so gracefully across the dunes while the eagle sings his tune Looking upon the horizon there is a distant sea perhaps filled with legends and tales of mystery

Time waits for no one yet seems to be for all eternity when looking at the stars as we sit to count our emotional scars

Love touches all with its gentle healing call
Yet, often is misunderstood and causes many to rise and fall

A fool says in his heart he preaches his undying love and will stand by you til death you part
Yet, a mere shift in the spiritual winds he chases after his folly while counting his sins

How much must a fool lose from his own ruse that nobody is no longer amused?

When all is no longer funny and life is not so sweet as honey and the days are not so sunny

There comes a time of self reflection and introspection
and to account for one's personal affections to those we call friend

Those who are hardest on us the most care more than we can measure because they see our true hidden treasure

For all who seek but, never seem to find while they perceive life as so unkind
Perhaps where the problem lies
is where we focus our eyes and mind as we continue the same old grind

Yet, if we tend to grow tired of crying the same old song that has fallen to deaf ears
perhaps we must focus more in wiping away the tears and put away our fears and work harder for better years

Nobody owes us love nor is it given for free
There is a price to pay to walk into the ferry as the boatman silently laughs to our demise while we ponder where we will be led to stay for the rest of our lives

Though we all have something in common that keeps us human
We all came into this life pretty much the same way
We all will have to leave it one day

The time in-between we must make it count regardless of how the games are played
The question we must ask is how do we want to be remembered when we enter the eternal slumber?