By now, The seasons don't remember Why now is not the time For snowfall, in August But August started it all
By now, all things are expected But nothing is foreseen Would I feel more affected If the sidelines hadn't taken me in?
I hear you like a white noise I feel you like a flatline 'Why' is a question I'll ask anytime But 'what' is not worthwhile
Roots tangled firm as an oak tree Wings like an eagle spread wide Life never answered in full Stops Lost as it was in the extra time
By now the tingles are changing The summer breeze freezes sensation to stone Extremities breaking away from the anchor The long August chill Is bringing me home