to the dark rembered seasons
secluded in the cool
to those forgottone reasons
for the things i never knew
i offer up my memories
as life begins anew
as the year runs out the last lap
that began september blue
like the middle distance runner
hell bent on fortune fame
who succumbs to nothing lesss
than mind searing pain
its the odds that we must beat
if we would control our fate
as he gasps once more for air
and his chest breaks the tape