stoping midway on the road half travelled,
none to say goodbye to, none to smile at to.
time unbinds the chains of yesterday as the fields pass on;
the wind rumbles on and on...the signs on the road all gone.

dreams won't let you shed the memories,
I am now one with the wind.
A slow breeze flipping the butterfly along,
the wings seek out to my life,
a slow twitter in the rustle of life.