A’ Journeying

I.     A’ Journeying we go through time,

        A Time that asks so much of one;

        And is it worth the posted price,

        That’s ever changing as we travel?

 II.     Ah, wonders not, that some cash in

        And pay the ticket for release…

        To some uncertain stratosphere.

III.     Beleaguered minds of vanished hopes,

        Plod through the cesspool of despair;

        In search of some euphoria.

IV.    A’ Journeying we go through time,                                    

        Through seasons of an unclear sky

        That beckons like a teasing wench, 

        Dispensing thin-veiled subterfuge;

        To tip the gentle balance.

V.     Undaunted, yet, we marching on,

        Staunch shoulders to an angry wind;

        We seize it by the naked throat

        And dare to take it on again.