We’ve been dyin’ since we were born,
All fallin’ ‘round us,
A one-way street to decline...
Sometimes I hear the trees,
Listen to the mountains breathe,
Gentle breath, rockin’ time with discord….
Is there a mountain top left for me?
Is there a valley so deep I can’t see the sky?
I could sleep now, close my eyes and never wake…
© N. Bradford-Reid 2013