a year to last...

the times are changing
the winds accelarating

its not that they have changed direction
we never knew where we were going anyway..

its dark outside and dark within
i'm searching for that voice
but it's all quite still

when they walk that fast
they're slowing us down

the quick-sand sucks
and i can hear her complain

the black is shining brightly
shimmering and reflecting light

their spirits are so high
n they all passed away noiselessly

the continuity so jarring
the noise so serene


it's been a good year
and it shall cost a LOT!