The uphill battle
To live in someone’s shadow
Long after it’s gone
High up in the sky
Mountain tops gently pass by
Each their own journey
A warm glow, a breeze
The last breath of vivid earth
Air begins to bite
A hat, a jacket
A bag, a cup, a glass vase
An old camera
Endings always cruel
Never get the final word
Never stops anew
The absence of light
The absolute dead of night
Silence, the mark of blight
A lifetime of work
Project finally complete
Thank you director