A moisture of expressions from who tends to be
A different kind of wave around an equal type of sea
When the cold breeze restarts again we’ll simply pretend…
And smile…
And the world turning and days fading by, …do they feel
left behind, do they question why?
Do reasons doubt the thoughts that gave them birth?…
And doubts…
A Circle moving around the garden æ nourished
From nothing it rose, somehow it flourished
Each withering flower is reborn again…
(even in sand)
And the sky turning and nights passing by,
What do they leave behind, but questions of why?
Remember today as tomorrow’s almost gone
(and nobody knows)
