Through a spinning ring of gold
Shifts a vision old
Unique with each rotation
Blurry, blue with mold
Places that I may have been
The how, the where, the when
Mystery and her finding
The pain, and then, again
The words I could have chosen
In this timeline or that
Inserting of a whisper
Diversion of a spat
An extra dose of gratitude on each step down the path
May chance make a different man
Less fear,
and pray,
Less wrath
What saturated dreams did spin in ocher band unreached?
Sharp and sure and promising,
Fulfillment I beseech
But watch now as the time goes on,
The dreams as you wake fade,
Never was a wealthy man,
My lot lay in the shade