The ends are coming
Seeds are spread-
The music plays on
As the sun sinks -

Shadows come to attention
At their line then shuffle forward
The brain staggers drunkenly
And falls as it forgets.

Good to be alive I say -
To feel a cool wind
Misery spreads like fungus
And binds the mind

I will not concede -
I will remain hopeful
Murmuring to myself
Whistling a tune, waiting