Something bigger than I am, those shoulders over mine and faster than I can be, cannibalizing time, it's not sad, I'm not sad...
Someway it's worth one's while seizing bubbles from reverie and in between no crime, starving now and then I'm not dying, it's not dying
What comes by nature grows, poignant embrace to abide by. To sharpen up a stem to a lilac rose leaves bewildered but crucially alive it's just my thought... I'm just in a thought
But first I am real and here on my own to venture onward.
What goes around, comes around... This time it's Love in all its mutual, strange, controversial, harsh, stupid, free and countless ways... And I'm gratefully blessed, as quick as it's been though, that it came around, for it never leaves without letting you grasp somethings unconditionally good.