live on the stone you step this time

leave your fruits in a pile
drive away the last mile
you see not the road ahead
lest you forget the goal ahead;

you ate those fruits of the past,
that left a sense in the time,
and left the space without a cast,
live on the stone you step this time...
live on the stone you step this time...

eerie sky and fall

(on mysterious Pittsburgh weather)


eerie sky in an act of guise
that leaves the fall in color
you know not -- what it is
but thee look at it with furor