Juracán Solstice

cycles of renewal & rebirth
are thin on the ground
down a one-way street

life is but a single ticket
no turning back, no returns
no refunds, no claims honored

on an axe laid down & rusted
your fine chops go to seed
as tick-tock nagging picks up speed

a song that's never shared
never sung & never heard
erases all that's left of me