Old eyes

They know

When death, so far away

Trivial to think

But now, see truth

Life is, then isn’t

Old eyes stare out

Wonder what could have been

Wish for what wasn’t

Old legs want to run away

Old lips want to say


Old ears want to hear


But that truth remains a mystery

For these ears have heard



So close those old eyes

Hear myths with old ears

And walk those old legs towards

the slumber in the void.