Perhaps I might pick it up in a year or two, though I am getting rather old to keep looking ahead when mostly I have past not future.
So goodbye... He said to the deafening dark silence...
Twisting turning sleepless he lay
Dreams are nightmares in night or day
No land could he find nor stars to guide his way
No horizons stretched before his gaze
Only a grey and endless haze
Would sleep ever come and end it all
Or would he stay eternally covered
in his blackest