We ride the earth around the sun,
A journey we all share
As winter comes I think about,
the end of another year.

A new beginning beckons,
Look forward tho' you fear.
Spring is like a flower which,
Blooms to bring another year.

In the fullness of this journey
That brings us all so near,
Summer is the apex.
Applaud another year.

Autumn is the season
When dreams become as one.
Rise up and let us dance,
In the last rays of the sun.

It happens sometimes,
I recognize the lines of his face
on other man
and we sit
in a nearby cafe.

In the background
you can hear a laugh
at some point
they start to sing
something
doesn't matter what.

His metal glance
turns him into satisfied dog
and a god I give a hand
to stand up,

Soon all time will bleed from me
I am torn between age and wisdom
as if I have been crucified by life.
the silence I endure turns me to
wood .

My throat burns with unspeakable
words that tear at my vocal chords
for freedom stretching like prisoners
on exercise.

I have the Mexican curse the
love of death but persistent
vitality which pins me to faith.

I found I had become a man,
when it happened I'm not sure.
I wonder if anyone can
the line between is never pure.

There was a time when school and sports
seemed the center of the world,
a microcosmic life of sorts
from which I was far too soon hurled.

But even then I stayed a child
although married and employed
with transition not quite reconciled.
Manhood was that with which I toyed.