the Spring and Summer passed me by when I turned twenty four
and then the Autumn wind blew all its leaves upon my floor
I made a bed for napping on, I made a bed for sleep
I felt my Spirit hover just before I let it leave

I walked into a shadow of the person that I was
and watched myself uncover every stain inside my blood
I spent my waking moments in a way that wore me out
and settled for the lesser things I often thought about

I fought to disengage myself with all of what was past
I started waking up and being present, at long last
I’ve let the Spring and Summer pass me by this year, you see
and Autumn will be different this year, twenty twenty three