Crossroads II

our December In the twilight before the morn Scattered over grass unashamed alowed Silence in the air ash for clouds A Fire burnt out and twilight at dawn Life in vain for a purpose not known Empty pockets wealths secret cost wrought Like unknown treasure to lost to be sought Promising riches never owned Frozen yet still full of hope For pacts were made without ability to cope Into uncertain stomy seas i waded And no lifeboat according to dotted line abaded The down and out ontract declined For useless has become a truth that once shined Far from goal and far from youth Wisdom however always aloof Wishing a u turn in times everlasting run Not to have lost but to actually have won Defeated by a lust for its own making... Soul left bare for the taking Evil eyes is silent wake This time to home a journey I make Not to embracing the failure of me Never around no more to see.