Always

  
The sky is black
as I stand on the track
the deceased day
is due to come back
the weeds they sway
together in packs
as the breeze it says
what , my speech does lack .

Of all the distance
that's audible , it makes sense
the plausible is restless
all cause unknown
but endless .

So if I move along
I do , but can't be done
then what's new is on
the oldest routes bygone
like the moon and sun
who we do all come from
we've always been
you see , what's been
before .