...Sad roundabout...as life passes by

Lost thoughts melted with my memories

...and my passions...and my aspirations...

...all gone...

as the roundabout turns around

Like a child laughing and crying in the shadows of a life spent in ignorance

A great void surrounds me while she entangles and absorbs my mind

Unaware of our condition...silent...we stroll in the garden of sadness and desperation

Now...a passing life will lead to another

...And our futile tears are balm drops lost in the stream of life

...And our painful thoughts are dead leaves brought away by the wind

But now I must go away, far from this perenial wheel...

that will turn eternally...driven be each of our stories