And then your found my friend
With your dreams gone
Just evaporated into ether
With everything’s at its end
Ah but your not alone
That frantic voice in your head
Roaring in the empty stillness
That voice says
Start again.
A decision made,
That old ethereal rush of change.
A promise of a better branch,
From which to grow.
But winters are winters
Snow is snow.
Leaves die to be reborn,
So it goes.