There is no good time,
Unless you have it,
There is no good place,
Unless it's yours.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

I am not lost
Just kicking dust

I am not of starlight
But I burn

And though I'm totally
Something worthy nothing

And growing most daily
Beneath the eyes of seeing

It's in the looking
And finding next to breathing

That of me
You will ultimately learn