in the movement of the moment
    the reality of dreams
    minds are manifesting,while oracles keep second guessing  
    and everything is never what it seems

A kaliedoscope of nothingness
the remnants of free will
and somewhere in the distance...sounds
the news from Cottonwoodhill

life's emptiness  can be picturesque
yet emotion cannot kill
the promise of a vibrant Dawn
stirring on Cottonwodhill

    my orbit is decaying
    this vessel's structure fraying
    still I give you only my best days
    and say only that which I hope worth saying

the echoes of a memory
whos vision haunts me still
a piece of what we left behind
remains on Cottonwwodhill