wistful –

tell me why you cried and why

you lied to me sang the beatles

worsening with the wear -- we

are ugly here in the Mirror, we

have Aged with Grace but are

rich with Scars -- driving

down freeways lost in the Night

seeking Solace

in the form of a dead girl on

the highway -- We knew her

back when -- She sails

through breaking waves to achieve

submission; We are the

guard here

to protect the Mountain and the Wolf -- she

will Arise, she

knows these backyard ways through the reeds and

into the light -- We will

Survive

here that one day we may thrive --