the life of the mind to wind down in time, as age plays a role of change to grow old in time as time seems to hang around, to be bound by the the mind to find life outer bounds, as good as life sounds, life is hard to stand on a mound of joy, to be destroyed by pain to live in vain for sanity with empathy to understand to live on earth our human land. The power under neath the soul and spirit stay quiet to hear it, the wind of angels falls from the skies to realize the prize of life before you die, the eyes of the skies watches the moves upon us all to fall when we die, the beliefs of something not normal a formal question of faith, for the urge to purge against hate. The form of love to warm from above, the shadows of the seas to believe in what you see, not to be blind be facts that can be, a lost question that was never answered, for the days of living with cancer, for only a life to live to strive, a fight everyday to stay alive.