He’s walking towards the drawn out breeze
of a mid summer week
His legs tell him to take a seat
underneath a green tree top canopy
And as he slowly rests his knees
he hears a voice spoken from the leaves
They ask him who he is
and why he lies there
like a desiccated fallen leaf

These aren't the days of the broken hearted
These aren't the whispers of our dearly departed
This is a time for self-reflection
a hard long look of a souls intentions

Like a soul searching journey
embarking on the hearts of the lonely
The Limelight sun takes a break
from its day, and as the moon comes out
it begins to say; brighten up boy
you’re young and full of hope
Don’t hang yourself up
by the rope, it’s a fools world
when you forget to reach for the stars,
when your eyes close for a moments night
and you lose your will to fight