My world is quickly falling apart
The end of the tunnel to dark to see
Like a woebegone rundown shack
Lumbering... shrouding about me
A silly carefree heart of long ago
Ruled my path to an endless flow
Bound to a future of not so gold
Failing sails tumped to seas below
Dolefully regretting slumbered time
Spent like a blind man holding a cup
As if all the lilies of the fields were mine
Skipping with a basket to fill it up
Songs lugubriously touching my soul
Listening to the notes..out the window they go
Into the dark night their sound disappears
I follow behind them to the wind I blow
