How important was it
That makes you say it wasn't
Not that it makes any difference
It does but you say that it doesn't
When will we stop running
When we see there's no road
And when will we admit
The burden we carry is a load

Of crap
Take that
Step back
Doormat
At your feet
Doesn't mean
That the door exists
Or if it does
The key won't just twist
Around and around
Like the very sound
I hear
When we try communicating
Tainted with frustration
All in an attempt
To keep a  relation.....ship
From just passing in the night

So how important was it
That made you say it wasn't ?

Small bird, singing sweet bravery
into the grey, morning cold,

Could it be that the half moon heard you?

A yellow bowl of light
rose in the East in the first few
minutes of this bright new year,
and the morning star smiled down on her.

Could it be that the rising sun heard you too?

Wooly clouds parted again when dawn arrived,
rows of icicles transforming into sparkling chandeliers
in the first orange rays of this New Year's Day.

May we thank you, small bird, for showing us the way?