Amidst the mess and troubling things
Is a single strand of hair brought in by the wind
Lands on my woolen shirt to rest on my chest
And the world moves on, one strand less

She is turning
Some parts face the sun and burn raw
While others rest in shade until its their turn to be to peel away
She is slowing turning into the person she was meant to be
And feeling each phase of the process
Through pain
Through stretching
Through breaking
Throw cracking
She is turning
And thats all that matters...

Today I am a drifter
Bouncing on the strings of time
I am not a part of the past or future
I'm just here, enough and drifting
Who knows who I will be when tomorrow begins

I've been lost in the arms of this life
It's two wide pillars that ushers you in
Like a lost child finding her mothers chest
Forsaking all the rest
For that one corner of warmth
Shes discovered in the movements of an ever maturing friend
Life is life until it ends...

In half a moment there's a storm coming in
Because you see yourself as a man in need of travesty
In the same moment you'll pour a cup of tea
For a world that wasn't build on camomile and honesty
You're a little mean
And evergreen
But thats just the role you play in this
In solidarity
I'm stirring a cup of tea
With a drop of honey and confidence...

Tell them
I was being strong
That moment when they looked at me
And didn't recognize my face
I became the person they'd never know again