It is spring time
everything new
everything so fresh
so young
It is spring time
and we go off into the world
bright eyed
and alive to the cosmic mystery
skinned knees
and bruises
a black and blue childhood
which sounds of laughter
silly games
and we knew
that we were up to no good
but nobody ever told us to do good
the sun catches the dust
which is expunged
by our bicycles
exposed
globs of ice cream
fall off the cone
mutilated on the pier
tears shared
with countless others
before us
but we were still pure
children in the spring time
a smile on our lips
and the unknown in our eyes

It is summer
awoken in the pleasant morning
when the early sun
peered through the blinds
passion and sweat
and the knowledge of change
like fire flies
we try our best
to capture time in a jar
never realizing
that it was dead
phosphorescent smiles
which don't beam
quite so brightly
in the throes of our
adolescence
the sun is hot
and we are burned
for climbing too high
clipped angel wings

It is fall
and nothing could be so
appropriate
without our knowledge
we fell for the trap
a hole
seemingly endless
rushes past us
blind and screaming
after a while
the sensation dulls
and falling is just a part
of everyday life
but we always remember the sun
and always resent the blackness

It is winter
tendrils of cold mist
snake around our bones
tightening until they crack
we shrink down to the size of children
and gravity pulls us down
a lifetime of contemplation
has revealed
a lifetime wasted
but our eyes are dry
tears like icicles
we drive them into our eyes
we wish to see no more
we are in a cave
low light dies against the walls
and it is cold in here
but we will never get out now
at least not until next spring
when the ice melts
and it all starts over again