Generations
They go where
time does not expire
And wait
for no new moon
Winter
falls in summer’s swoon
The
creeping vine begins to seed
A world
explodes in endless fire
Mouths
fill with the taste of mead
And liquor
turns the stoutest liar
Some obstacles
become a boon
If, of our
lives, we do take head
We walk
all day on tight rope wires
And end up
with the greatest wound
So shall
we soon change our tune?
We make
ourselves fulfill our need
Our grandest
wish becomes desire
More will
come like endless weeds
Of
everything you will tire
It will
come full circle soon
And the
look will be parent to the deed
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