by fortytwo6x7


I can feel it in the wind 

taste it in the salt air 

the tide of change is turning 

but it’s not fully there 

Astronomers predicting 

a moon with hues of green 

I don’t know where I’m going 

but I know where i’ve been 

I’ve done my lessons learnt 

from tribulations of yesteryear 

then deleted unwanted programs 

the ones called hurt, pain and fear 

I’m charging at a precipice 

with no inclination to turn 

the time has come to fly 

or crash and fucking burn 

so I step on the gas 

throw all the dice 

let them land where they may 

you don’t get to live twice