Sudden prospects this month has now begun
Brings no more than a stagger
Voices yelling a past I can't become
Leaving scratches, reminders

Expressions coming more defined
Weathering my side
Fresh light appears and makes amends
Scoffing

Stakes are brighter than brewed at first invite
Stakes as high as encountered
Stuck in throat and it suddenly divides
Completely stricken with fever

Got near 20 years out of this arm
Got near 20 years out of this leg
Starting to recognize the harm
Stillness always seems to fool me

Dormant wrinkles has found its tune to rise
This time they'll sure stay forever
Warmer wind kicks my skin into a sigh
All humour lost now remembered