Things were stagnant there for a moment,

September just kicked in, things were settling,

But I can sense it, in the distance, the heavens,

Have a story to tell, I'm just waiting,

The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

For its spirit to descend,

Will it take my mind, once more,

Whisper in my ear, myths and legends,

Or have we moved on, to more realistic things,

In my past, that spirit was so grand,

Like it knew everything,

Like it could do everything,

Are the laws it speaks of,

Still valid, is art,

Still embedded,

In history,

In humanity,

Maybe reality will hit me,

Leave me, as a poor,

And sick man,

Daring to fall,

All the way,

To Afghanistan.