As neutral as the sun, giving light to all

In the midsts of confusion
on the streetlights
clang prints of the lost
where matters meet opinion

trouble is inevitable as the hours of winter

happiness is pruned by sharp summits of standard

Summer blooms like blossoms of bliss
that meet the trees whom kiss the skies
a shock of relief that blesses

As the drops slither along the green fields
whom are wet
and are dancing with the north winds
and sing as the wild mumbles sweet sounds of soft

A million ages of neurotic entertainment
a thousand and four hundred
skyscapers bend like feathers over the lives of us
inequality strikes logic
littered fields of sense moan disaster
but no one's listening...

The cosmos reasonates to us, within us
as beautiful as a storm of clouds
as sweet as peace
the universe pleads to you to let it seize you
as easy as tripping over the truth
is finding life within you

As neutral as the moon, giving light to **all

when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future

a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate

sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy

after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights

a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for  serious thoughts
a time for plurfect

its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand

a time for experiencing
a time for understanding