Times gone by, changes made
Can't really think of what to say
Commemorate the years gone past
Or sweep by them without a glance?
No time to think, no time to breath
standing on the edge...with no reprieve

Should I stand before you and flirt or sing?
Recite something or sit back and dream?
Do I weave the words to send everyone forth?
To set the mood to hold the court?
Or do I simply get up and say...
Be wise, be strong, to your loved ones hold on
Each day brings change, each month, each year
Open your hearts, minds, and ears.

Times gone by, changes made
Can't really think of what to say
Commemorate the years gone past
Or sweep by them without a glance?
No time to think, no time to breath
standing on the edge...with no reprieve

Peace is nice, its wish the best
But peace never stays, it flees in a breath
A whispered word of hidden discontent
What you think secure may wander free
Freedom prized, Hearts cannot be caged
The muses have fled, fled far away
The well-spring of creativity down to dregs
Where has it gone, why has it died?
To say its still here would be just to lie

Times gone by, changes made
Can't really think of what to say
Commemorate the years gone past
Or sweep by them without a glance?
No time to think, no time to breath
standing on the edge...with no reprieve

Sweet songs are fading, discordant notes sound
Love cannot come from a place where anger abounds
A stitch on a fatal wound does no good
Please make this year a time to heal
Dont pretend it isnt real
Brittle and old versus flexible and young
Should one fall? Shall both hold strong?

Times gone by, changes made
Can't really think of what to say
Commemorate the years gone past
Or sweep by them without a glance?
No time to think, no time to breath
standing on the edge...with no reprieve

Maybe this is all just a dream
A role-play of proportions unseen
Everything non-existent, what reason to complain?
Maybe we should think of it as just a dream
A life on a different plane?
Or do we realize whats so very real?
That not everything is perfect
That our rage cannot go unseen?
Standing on the edge of...

Down, down, twisting and turning
Make it stop, silence the screams
Minds torn asunder by arrogant thoughts
Haunted by nightmares of things you chose not to see
Oh long for the time, when sorrow was not near
When there was such a thing...

as friendship's sweet reprieve.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 390 AF.