Spiral in an inverted plain
Can you keep your mind serene?
Clouds over a firey sky
With dreams of what could be
Dancing in the dead night
Parties are full of pure delight
As light rises beyond
Can you still say you’re free?
Another season in the can
Grey hairs soon will come
Where has the time gone
Soon you’ll be another one
Watching as the world goes by
Living has been your priority
Happy with the path you wove
As you sit beside the stove
Now you have drifted on
Sadness followed from everyone
Memories will not go away
You spent your time in ecstasy
Simon A Jackson - Writer 