Another fall, another time, flashing back to hours and days past on the wings of desperation. The dice rolled to roost on the lose my turn space. Do not pass go, do not collect, start over. My belongings like my love, scattered to the winds, women all holding a part, and I never can collect them all. In spite of my running around, I cannot find me. I hold my little things, reduced to zero by what I can’t understand. The silver haired demon of age finds me at a place of emptiness, wondering how did I get here? Spinning, roaming, finding, climbing, riding, all in a curious and panicked search for something familiar. I started with nothing, and fighting to rise again, all is lost in the ashes of attempts to numerous to count. Time multiplied by me is still zero, no matter where I am in the equation. I’ll never give up, I’m reduced to zero, and now, I can fly free.