Count on him, count him out
Count the deeds and count the doubts
Though the numbers grow, and feeling flow
The times don't change, just ebb and flow
But, times do change and seem to show, a reckoning deep below,
Like empty hills, and fraught eager skills, I was once one so ever sought
No more though,
I now hear the cosmic blend, no one thing is often sought for long
Just see the eves now past, and dawns long gone
Lost in woods of vague empty like hallways, which I call the lesser stage
The time of will has come to an end, my friends and I now part our ways
To enter lonely autumn days, which I adore for an instant, and then no more
As colours fade from the autumn days, the grace goes dim and withers to haze
I've lost my case, my love, my days
My heart, it breaks, to lonely ways
And from now on I take center stage,
To act out my one man plays.
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