front royal, va. u.s.a.
We walk our paths, play our roles
Sometimes touching, making contact
With each other, with ourselves
But mostly not.
And swept away in times tide
We grasp for something solid, lasting
But youth fades, strength wanes, beauty flees
Familiars pass, and we are left
The stranger we passed in the night
Never took the time to know
Mirrors return our emply gazes
Hollow eyes stare blankly into the emptiness
That is their own reflection
Yearning, straining to recognize
Of immutable worth
Why, where, when, how
Did it come to this?