Inside me lays a storm
of many words left unsaid
Across the fields of plenty
I lay face-down in a riverbed

Some days may be sunny
Others may follow bloom
But today I pull my curtains
Catching sun rays by the moon

Yes, its true, I do smile often
Its not a lie I know to laugh
But sometimes the rhythmic chord
Misses a note, flat and sharp.

Listen I won't, if you don't
Waiting over end of end
Tracing my brow where the lines
Will never again let me pretend