the day that you would be trying you would find me still 
searching for, what is to explore. and if you should be 
willing to watch me you would see me staring at the 
stars. summer is gone are you happy now? this is a 
breakdown. and there will be no spring to pick you up 
again. if you ever should be willing to watch yourself 
sometime i would have to question what you will find. is 
there anything left between now and then? is there 
anything left at a seasons end? there is something in the 
air. changing scenes. it is the smell of winter. ending. 
yes time has been pacing by but it waits another while. 
time for a last breath and another quick thought.