It was the perfect picture
for the last day of fall :
Pale blue skies
cotton candy clouds
warm golden fields of hay
cropped close to the ground
glowing in the crisp sunlight

A new blossom
Of an old soul
Is evergreen.

I'm hard to please and easy to make cry...
Did I say this loud?
(crying).

Sometimes I wish life to be
A little different than it is
I would rather run with stars
Collecting light instead of money
I would rather drown in minds
Exchanging words instead of worry
I would rather smell like life
Inhaling air instead of numbness
I would rather sound like music
Wander together not alone