I'm Back, Crossing Over

There is more to life than yes or no.

But before the road is to be crossed I must see if the way is clear.

 The road is not very wide; there is plenty of time to get to the other side.
This is the time to decide if and when the happening will be a happen.

 The other side is not a library, it is not an ocean, it is not weetbix.
In fact there isn't anything but the freedom of life's journey.

 Oh what a time to be alive, do what I must do to get through.
Having a feast, the noodles are to be strained.

 Following in my own footsteps all the way out the door.
I will gather, breath, sleep, but most of all listen.

 The wild winds will wind willingly.
Close it, open up the sun, yellow and grand like the sour lemon.

 I am complete. Never again. Big bright blackness,
Chosen the way of the light and paint the town.

 New eyes, New Year, Happy depression.
Merry all around Christ for the masses.

 Sound the alarm for now is the time.
Now is the time. Now is the time. Farm.

 This moment. this moment, this moment, this moment, this moment.
this moment, this moment, this moment, this moment, this moment.

Space OUT!