As a new leaf turns
My year to obscurity
Together we’ll fade

As a new leaf turns
My year to obscurity
Together we’ll fade
Stuck in the quagmire
Still slowly sinking ourselves
In our stinking swamp
Can you grasp a day?
Sand slipping though your fingers
A final sunset
Big black clouds brewing
Layers of every shade of sky
Steely storm stewing
In silver shadows
Racing raging rushing waves
Just let yourself go
With patience and pluck
These small scrappy strips of land
Can be a garden
Standing statue still
On a sill as we roll as
A rock to the sea
In the greasy gloom
Tin can rust and plastic bags
We are the virus
Silently he preys
Scouring the secret valley
Suddenly he swoops
Darker depths to sound
Hidden in a weedy shroud
Waiting to be found