Hello, sweet dream
I am calling
Falling as the sun in autumn
Here I'm standing
Softly handling
Things that fall all the way straight to the bottom
Watching, waiting
Contemplating
Brain just straining to figure out why
Alone, silent
Wrestling, violent
With words from my mouth that float to the sky
Catch them, write down
Things that I've found
Float on the sounds of my thinking
Don't say adieu
Company, I've found you
In these words, the little inklings