In the Winter of my days, as my future now turns into but mere memories
I can feel a cold wind blowing across the all of my last tomorrows
Promises and hopes now seem like hollow shadows lost somewhere in the past
Cast upon the ground along the trails of all my ill strewn sorrows
Sunshine once filled the empty footsteps along the pathways toward my dreams
I, believing anything was possible...everything, being my inspirations
But, the crumbling sands of time still, slowly, continue to sift downwards
Leaving behind them, a decaying residue of all my deepest desperations
I can feel the cold winds of tomorrow blowing steadily against my back
Pressing, ever relentlessly, and pushing me forward against my will
As, onward, I reluctantly travel along paths of unknown destination
Never giving up the belief that there is hope around the next bend...still