The Gate

I stand at the gate
Strong at this moment
Having long faltered
Regressing in fits
Asking
Is this my time to enter

Looking back I see my loved ones;
Family I label friends;
Friends I label family
It has grown so difficult to touch them
I am forgetting how it was
Having lingered so long
Regressing in fits

Will I ever touch them again
When strong at this moment
I stand at the gate


On a cold and windy morning, said goodbye to all my friends. They were hanging 'round the corner. They were staying 'til the end.
- E.L.O. (song: The Stranger)