every minute detail seems too close for comfort
and screaming without a sound.
maybe i need to step back from the peeping glass
and look around and see
the landscape spread as far as eye can see.
and see that day follows the darkest night
and spring follows the coldest winter
while life keeps moving on
whether i stand still or race ahead.
come hold my hand
and let's walk this last stretch together
we then have a lifetime more
once we reach the end of this road.
sing me your songs
so that i can sing along
and not think of 'could have beens'
or forgotten melodies.