Saying Goodbye to the Passing of the Past. The Legacy that wont last, because of the Past. A Mad Dash for the Cash, that makes the World never change, just keeps going around. The way it should be, but will always be the Imagination,of the Dreamers. Fast Engines Pumping Fluid thru weak Valves, breaking down, waiting on 911 hold. The Old with Young Minds,comming to grips that the Young cant Eat them, they just leave them alone to Die. The Fields that Flood, with Tops of Houses Floating to meet their Neighbors a Country mile away. Bags like the Bags under my Eyes to keep the Water from getting into my Nose, and Mouth. Mother, the Nature of all Beings, Striking with a Firm Hand. Man made,Man Fade into the depth of the Black Hole created by the Creator. The destruction of Men, in a Warm,Dark,Wet,Hole, that Bleeds the Birth of the Population, controlled, by Life. Black Powder for Peace,Survival,and Death, justified by the Finger on the Trigger. Today, a Great Person Died...And now todays Winning Numbers