Foundations
The foundation is laid with a way to be paved. The sun is born again.
anguish and stress are hardly a test, as you spend your last moments together.
But Something”s not right, like the dimming of light,
my thoughts are becoming estranged.
Sprung like a gun there”s nowhere to run,
The coward has gone into hiding.
I”m left in a wreck at the stern of the deck
with the sea that keeps stirring and churning.
What was once paved
now stands lain to waste.
the road is a trap,
one without map,
that bastard, that twat,
there”s no going back.
I must start all over again