A Stir from Slumber - Colossus

As the spring rain hits my face

I quietly realize this could end no other way

And as the ground slowly turns black and wet

I solemnly walk astray

Down in a hollow of this rock

Sorry pieces that faintly resembles

I’ll carry this along somehow

My burden alone to bear

I draw a silent breath

A pungent smell of wet soil fills the air

The sky gave finally way

And the pieces yet remains

From below a gleaming sky

A slow movement of confusion and regret

A way out is running thin

And the journey is to beguin

Slow your breath

Lower your gaze

Stow your intentions

Forget your ways

This is the turning point

An open passage way

As the realities of common life

And your old self fades away