Lost at the crossroads of my expectations 
In the years of disenchantment 
My life remains a falling tear 
It is not for I that I do weep, but for all 
Is there disgrace in emotion? 
Or shall we all remain transfixed in malaise? 
Though they say time wistfully swirls 
And I lament the err of our ways 
I am the dog that finally caught 
Its tail and learned nothing from the experience 
I have drank the wine of rose pedals and stardust 
And listened as the nightengale sang harmonious melodies 
Of tales untold        
In the fields of gold 
We are but silohuettes upon the horizon 
Filled with uncertainties 
And I with the solitude 
Which I have come to embrace 
I have walked many years 
In my blind quest for truth 
And will dilligently continue to 
As daylight last sparks 
Until my heart ceases its fervent pulsing
As fleeting life unfurls

On.