VISIONS

I can hear the end approaching,

Like a cricket in the woods 

I can feel the cold hands from of age 

Reaching for us 

I hear silence scream

And joy cry

I see mourners surround a smiling corpse 

Yes! I see bitterness and pain 

For the motivator is depressed:

The physician is sick 

I see us lost in the middle of nowhere 

And the end coming at us.