Just keep on keeping on
This rickety frame will too
Collapse is eventual
Not always up to you
I suppose there in lies the beauty
Of not really knowing day to day
What around the corner holds for us
Perhaps we'll fade into the shade
Now I was raised by a wild hearted woman
Who taught me how to listen to wind song softly
Close whispers, their hidden melodies
Led my colors out more than often
I hung myself in trees
A hopeful wanderer
Trecked honey rich valleys
Always on the search for...something
Until knowing it was the search itself
In which case I will never be through
Scattering petals from one end to the other
You'll stand in wonder, curious as to who
Could hold such a creature
Maybe even you