Defiant is this youthful balmy air
which cracks in cold like horses' rapid feet.
And you, my friend, in silent fall are fair,
but chasing tracks in circles when we meet
discussing how a love disguised by dust
could lead to such a loathed disgust. In lust
You fall for what you, hopeless, thought was true
in moot pursuit the tracks are chasing you.
And though you're young this lesson you've learnt best:
that chasing dreams in circles brings no rest.
A carriage drawn in sunset central park
in clanked incessant beats brings wild joy.
And catching wild leaves you hoped a lark
would sing an angel's melody, young boy!