Gray Gloom In The Air Deaths Scent Pervading Everywhere The World Appeared Thus To Thee Streams All Sidelined Into Small Stagnant Pools Dank, Stank And Growing Miserable Still

Around The Corner It Met A Life Source, Sole Fountain In The The Parched Land

Full To The Brim And Overflowing Still Like Life Giving Season That Nursed One Back From Dead

Surrounded By Animated Cardboard Cutouts, You Were The One In Flesh And Blood, Only The One In Flesh And Blood

Time Came For Flowers To Bloom, Life Started Throbbing And Beating A Tune Till Death Had Wilted And Withered To Naught

And So The Gray Lifted From The World And Came The New Season That Was You

A New Sun Rose, Nothing Was The Same Anymore, Even The Moon Seemed Brand New

To Have Found Life Again I Climbed Out Of That Dark Pit And Grown Heart, Limbs And Wings

Gone Through The Motions And Grinds Of Life, Spinning The Same Old Yarn As The Motions Of The Solar System Spun Me Around

Even The Life Giving Stream Had To Part, Keep Appointments And Take Leave

Leaving Me Alone On That Fore-shaken Shore With My Dreams That Fed Me And Demons That In Turn Fed On Me. Never Sure Of What I Wanted Or Was To You But It Is Not Like You Can Own Life Giving Seasons And Barter Money With Reaper Grim

The Worlds A Changing And So Do I, Those Bumps And Humps That Made Me Though , Stand Out Like Landmarks. Local Minima And Maxima, The Bottlenecks And That Constant As I Stood At The Bottom Of One Of The Many Peaks

Waiting For The Season To Return, Parched And Dried Out Like An Empty Shell, Life Threatening To Move Address Once Again

Finding Oneself In A Masquerade, Presumably Lost, Looking For Your Face, That Familiar Land

Irrational Fears Growing On Me, Phobias And Spiders Running Amok In My Head You Were The Solitary Candle That Kept Me Sane

You Might Have Been A Mirage But Even That False Flame Was Never Cold I Find Myself On Another Shore, Having Survived The Last Rough Road