Tripping over the rungs

Tripping over the rungs

Reaching, empty handed

Everyday defeated

Feeling coarsely sanded

Turn around, retreating

No prizes to be won

Blade of grass or clover

Another setting sun

So this is not the day

So this is not the day

The world revolves again

The question still remains

If not today, then when

The sun has disappeared

Until the next new morn

Some day will be the one 

Sure as the day you’re born

In the loudest silence

In the loudest silence

Generations that came

Before us and lived are

Now numbers and not name

Hanging pictures on webs

At this moment, this noise

Clanging into silence

Like outgrown children’s toys

Creating a distance

Creating a distance

Of space and time and yet

It has found me again

Will I ever forget

Yesterday is present

No future without debt

Able to overcome fear

But not true for regret

Losing relationships

Losing relationships

Like letting go of hands

To allow the drifting

On seas between the sands

To look back, remember

Moments in the weather

Yet the weave unravels

That held us together

Empty and still searching

Empty and still searching

The landscape rushing by

The sun making shadows

As it crosses the sky

Destination is home

Where loved ones live and wait

As the evening unfolds

Time passing until late

So slowly descending

So slowly descending

Are we all pin oak trees

Holding onto our leaves

In a cold winter breeze

No use surrendering

Where is finality

Another day is here

Rejoice or penalty