All But Gone

Without thinking, without blinkingIs the feeling all but goneIs it burning, is it yearningTo come out and sing its song

And when it does will I have knownThat all that’s lost is lost for goodAnd all that comes is better grownFrom all that’s lived and understood

Or will it slip beneath my gripAnd sail forever on the windLeaving only anguish on the lipOf he who stands where he begins