Withered So Withered I Am

Withered so withered I am…

I am withered like fruit dried to the sun.

Thinking of the tarnish that dulls my skin

Harvesting the swallows I take as I breathe.

Even though I walk the crossroads of my future

Returning as I do to the past I left to flashes forever gone

Ever to the often of forever more

Dead to the decomposition of the life I once led

So

Often I am…

Withered so withered I am…

I am withered like an older man dying

To reclaim the youth of yesteryear in a fountain

Hoping to reclaim his manhood

Even as the world around him surrounds him like smoke-filled fog.

Running through my lifeblood scorching my soul

Every so often to the

Dying dreadful decay in life I once dwelt …

In the hope beginning

At the dawn of each new day I become the

Master of my soul I have always been.