Blue birds peck away
The bark coils by the forest bay
In its hidden gems, a lost trail
A girl tip toeing around the bay
It's green and black, mucky, sticky
A havoc from step one
The trail.... Crumbled...
Face it, rather she stood by the blue bird
Ticking, picking... Much to much, Somewhat a spinning top The mind plays.
It's stays in haze, distant.....
After much to long, waits she does
For the sun to spray her morning message clear.
Her mind doesn't have to spin anymore - if they tell her what to say
Autum isn't waiting, debating - much to long
She strays her mind.
To whom to confine in the mines of breaking branches
The blistering wind pushes her body, pushes it in the forest bay trail
Now winter comes,
The forest leaves
Conceive the cold feeling, of barren trees
The emptiness sits around, within
The coldness feelings may it never leave
Not making decisions and hiding them. Waiting to make real decisions. Not making them quicker can have consequences