Ashes and wind Dust and sand In quiet and wishes and yet to knows
Just as with a snowfall your nothing begins And happens upon our truth by happenstance It is with melting direction which we flow
Unseen until our steady decline has since passed us by We are all rivers in the sense of I Attempting to lead ourselves to an ocean somewhere far below
I’m beat The heat But Can’t complain Beats the rain Feeling drained I’m zapped I need ice That would be nice And To chill Literally at will But that sun is hot The air is steamy warm Just like in Mexico When we used to go! But at least there They had storms ThT clear the air! So I’ll jump in the jacuzzi When I’m not feeling so woozy!