Life unto each breath drawn. The word designed to express. Yet when I say here, you may think gone. It's all in how addressed.
Cad the maker of the moon, unto each heart must fall. Within her silver light, soon the ceyote will make it's call. And as the desert sands across the sky blow. You feel my spirit I know.
For I have felt the lashes of time. I've seen their brutal scares.Witnessed the destruction of a mind. In back street bars.
But to see you slowly passing Without commiting a crime.To watch you go from wealth, To not having a dime. To watch as years waste slowly away. So many tears, So much to say.
Yet in a word, Why? Three letters but so many questions. For reasons unexplained. Answers too few to mention. Yet it seems quite plain. Only lashes of time. Slowly scaring your mind.
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