Raindrops up above, concrete down below Whistles in the air And then I realize There’s me, there’s me Walking down cold streets Breathing down some air Feeling a gulp on my hair The wind feels so fair And then I realize There’s me, there’s me I let the world continue to brush my hair, The wind’s my compass and my fairy ***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets I take some knowledge, I take some air This very moment is what I wear No rush No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush
As a reminder to always stay focused in the present moment.
Now in this season It smells like sweet honey nectar, Thick, warm pollen that heavies the air, that Overarching succulent sweetness I can Never find. I'm nearly Dreaming in the midst of day, Lack of sleep sharpens this Feeling of loss that doesn't coincide with The growth around me - My mind Is falling back a quarter year, another, Chilled over somehow in direct sunlight -
My hunger could be assayed with Those honeyed towers somewhere blooming, but I've not been told where to find them -
Stumbling along with aching limbs and Exhausted heart, forced anxious smile, Can't seem to find these supposed fruits That hang down at reach, give way to new days - Just quiet, vacant preludes Along all these miles of solitude.
I wonder if she thinks about me at all I wonder if me being hesitant messed up my chances Maybe she still wants me to make a move I'll never know Each day my heart grows Wondering Despite a relationship being present with her I wonder if she still thinks about me I may have came out too strong With a decorated note two years ago But I don't feel wrong Just regretful That I haven't made a move before you did with somebody else.