The Unyielding Sky

We are gathered here, you and I To study the strange nature of the unyielding sky. Spanned across our unimaginative eyes, pensively awaiting tomorrow, with all its potential for joy and sorrow. Some say I am entering a new stage in life; I say, as the old man who flies his pinnacled kite on the beach, A fresh breeze from the firmament is simply a continuation of last night. So, would you join me on the beach as I nomadically search for my own land? We can watch the rising Sun then comb the shifting sands And ponder some questions: Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Most of you will be lost in the red sinking sands of time; I'll be here, studying the strange nature of the unyielding sky.