Gibdon Moon

these days we walk
these days we cry
these days we walk
  to know we're stuck
  but still not trapped
these days we cry
  to know our life
  but still our path
has eluded
us

these days we walk
these days we try
these days we walk
  to dive subconscious
  but far below moral
these days we try
  to strive above us
  and our petty evils
still consume
us

these days we walk
someday we'll fly
these days we walk
  to bend our truth
  but warm our lies
someday we'll fly
  beyond this tomb
  where under we die
only within
us

... the air picks up swift
sniff just a whiff
the cold takes a bite
nibble just a little ...

... the sun shines of fire
to walk for a while
the light brings me peace
for a while at least ...

... the ground puts up guard
jar legs so hard
the breeze pulls my arms
cool makes them blue ...

... too much to waste
much less to taste
too far to walk
far more to talk
much more to say
for much later days ...

filling empty I wonder too
what strife can be gone
what miss can be kept ...

... eaten insides I ponder on
what life can go on
what wish can be left

... the end is my friend
but no closer still
the plight painful slow
and this day grows old ...

Written March 6th, 1999.