He has a fear of dying, though
Even in this land
Feels the sea tide pull him wider
Dreads his death upon the sand
With roosters ca-ca-crowing in the distance
Heâs still afraid to die
And cannot wait to hold his children
But heâs terrified to fly
The warmth absorbs his love in pulses
He eagerly awaits the sun
Mornings tell him all is well
Heâll die and rot when day is done
I cannot fathom what he thinks
Before he falls to sleep
Thanks Anybody? Counts his Whoâs?
And promises to keep
But, here, look again!
I think I saw a spark
His smile says today is different
Iâm questioning the mark
Then sunny mountainside is shaded
Dark speck upon the land
His gaze is drawn; his heart stops cold
He doesnât understand
A fleeting moment fantasy
He files it away
Too much to dream, to big to plan
Just work another day