You're hovering
And you think poetry sets you
It is just a car that drives by you like really quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Chasing away the smoke and you might remember your progress
Thoughts are hinging on trees
Like the leaves that spar with the breeze oh so quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Changing with the times and you might get caught up with your
The wind which everyone has ignored, yes, your destiny
The words that leave this exchange, are your own ideas
Winding clocks close to that effect of time
Trembling fears and the loathing can catch up pretty fast
Like someone chasing the sunny skies, and dandelions are a mirror
Livening, and the frosty snowflakes of your memories melt
With the pouring sunshine, make you feel like your soul isn't ice
But, there is a fire in some of us that, that makes me believe that there are many like us
Out there
Probably
Here where I live, maybe, I might take my chances, catch you soon my friends