Am right at home
beneath the black sky
It is beautiful
Like my soul
Yet , it has nothing
Nothing to show
No price, no value
And all it is, is
Yet it trudges along
Drags me through Styx
Only to wave to the ferryman
No coins to ride
Who would have cared, someone had once
Now those sands have blown away
In a passing
So when it ceases to matter
It will
And all I have is me
Curtailed by broken dreams
Of love and longing
This day is one
And it shall not pass