Back again for I don’t belong
Turn the breeze, so strong
Whispers fall as the sound becomes
Beginning the end as it all begun

Free of stems as petals will split
Here and now, high of fists
Drop down to touch the cold of ground
Beginning the end as I have found

As dark will cover the ray of blue
Prints are marked, true
Past has gone as I move tall
Love has found, one and all

Ask me
hands will fold
Ask me
hands are cold
Ask me
hands are near
Ask me
hands will fear

Ask me
stutter becomes
Ask me
voice of one
Ask me
chimes will ring
Ask me
shout of sting

Ask me
Each day will know
Ask me
Fingers to mould

I sit and open the words I know
You look and ask, passing shadow
Hold back, inner voice would block
Needles no point in shock

Beautiful soul to read my words
Chimes to look, no verse
Notes on white no role rehearse
One day were sit and wipe the curse

And then the mould will set free
The final truth
I keep

When a thought appears
why
Deep breath
Cries
One two three
Out
Broken voice
shout

We all live inside our own tiny minds
One day of winter no breaking shines
As truth begins to fold away
Distance the steps
no world of play