FAREWELL Clark Handlebar When the pounding you hear in your ears is the thumping of your own failing heart When the brutal wind that blows and clouds your vision with smoke is your own final breaths When your guardian angel has punched the time clock and has gone home Look not to me for answers. Look not to me for a shimmer of shame or regret in my eyes For there is nothing in my eyes. They are only a mirror that holds nothing but the reflection of the darkness that will soon fill yours.