look at the time that's passing by
all that remains of it is a sigh
in time we live and gather
our lives which are all changing weathers
Autumn and fall come to us as they do too
beneath the oak I wonder and sway
how far this season of fog gonna stay
far across the road into the woods, I took
that which had possibilities to look
Had I not been here
could have been somewhere
but who knows, what
cause I for myself didn't know what was fair
inwards looking inside me something to track
can I even mend my ways
venting myself on paper with insomnia
it's not that I can't read
the signs of nostamania
Looking back at changing weather
frosty and bleak seems the field
soon it will shun its mist and
give way to the rising plus
so I can do the same myself
to search for new roads in the daylight
or it can be late, and I may never be out of this tide