Fifth Season

If there could be a fifth season

I wonder what it be

Would it be a fifth element

Staring back at me

All the seasons there, but funneled into one

Like a rush through time, a quantum season

Or a sunny or black holed sun

What about something of the heart 

An ocean of emotion, living art like dubstep

Or a McKenna vision, or more like humanity's aquarius doing a part

Would it be chaos, too real

Or inevitable next step

Through a needle

A funnel of something 

On the tip of a tongue in check

Some may say star wars which

In some way is probably true

But maybe there is something else for veterans long adieu 

Tired and damaged from war

To rest and laugh and play

To live or die to see the day

The sky as not so Gray, life is here not far away

What would a "fifth season" be like

Or is four enough