Terry

To much to small to be to big
To see to where it ends
But then again to see without
Or look within again

Now there are those
Who see within
But they are left without
And so it seems to those with sight
Of daunting distance to still the night
And still to travel with lonely heart
Whose heart rent travels would never start
Neither slows from freezing, nor empty soul
Or end such tedious barrel roll

To much to be to much to say
To see the end is to know the way
But no such path is decreed by another
And so he left. he died. my brother.