Feeling falters, Heart is cold; Senses shrivel, Once extolled. Colors bleed To neutral stains, Peaks and valleys Laid to plains Attenuating Latitude Of sentiment And attitude. Hurdles once We’d gladly vault, Taken now With grains of salt. Scenes replayed, There’s nothing new, Every venue Déjà vu. We rise and fall, From birth ascend To mountaintops And then descend.