The wind blows
—oh, so fast
wishing away
the sands of time
waiting for me
The field grows
—oh, so vast
Keeping up with
the gears of life
tainting my soul
The seed sows
—oh, so deep
changing with
the darkness of ages
chasing me
Finally, the soul doze
—oh, so long
closing my eyes to
the death of rhymes
waiting for me