Gossip

Starring off into the abyss at sunset It appears to me like this frail old man is sat just waiting for god Natures garden provides an aesthetic bespoken waiting room Warmth on thy face complimented by a tickling soft breeze Colored green views surround his companion the park bench Health constitutes wealth when your running versus a clock It strikes me what was their before becomes ever harder to ignore Civilizations past worshiped our sun dreamed tales set with in her gardens Ages abound the salt, soil, farmed, mined underground trampled beneath ones feet Stare, taste, enjoy, love, grow and feast knowing the knowledge Time cannot wait the sun inevitably has to set In the end its solely down to you to decide Choose you a life of regret or a peaceful nights sleep come sunset