All my dreams have slowly slipped away
I stand before the massive maw
Naked in the fog of future’s present past
Memory confused and lost
Hope has flown beyond the setting sun
Night has come with beasts in tow
Clouds preclude familiar silver light
On a darkened rocky path
Life has lost its special taste and joy
Complexity confuses all
Color fades beneath the darkened clouds
Vision is removed
I am frozen in decision’s grasp
A slave of choice’s hold
All my paths are open to the void
Curled on the floor
The Wandering Gael 