Authored: May 15, 2022

All is quiet at the dead of night
If you listen closely, you may hear the stillness lament
Slowly the fading echoes recede
And lights blanket an empty backdrop of shadows
Even remnants recede into the distance and soon vanish
The mist forms a dew on cold surfaces
Trodden pavements make way for the next era.

Fade out with me,
The mists of time have come
The beats of yesteryear are no longer remembered
Loss is coming and it is starting with the beaches
When the Bees disappear
That will be when it is all Lost.

What are we leaving the next generations with?
Empty promises and ill-designed actions
Soon even the lights will not come on again
Soon even the air we breath will suffocate us
And those mad men and women
Who think their money will save them
Will die in locked bunkers down below.

Fade Out (Echoes)
Echoes are remnants that are receding
Fade Out
Echoes that are soon to end.
Fade Out with Me.