the language of my voice blossoms with each season
my flower blooms each day until the cold of winter
then winter is blue to a freeze, I live inside of my home
then I long to feel a flowering feeling not like home
do they know what this place is for?
all those places have friends & lovers
affection is the reflection, subtle moments,
a feeling of togetherness, a oneness
I am with you while you look at your phone
we are out here on the patio, with other human beings
to feel less alone, to a feeling that's not like home
I'm not empty inside on this life-ride, merry-go-round
(circus music)
it's the theme of my subtle smile, day dream
simply awakened to this collective scheme
this world takes all kinds: lazy, crazy, egotistical & lonely
I'm only alive, talking my time, biding a rhyme
a frost on a gourd, fall comes with the dawn
decay, bright features, ready to wither and die
from a pumpkin on the vine to pumpkin pie
imagine a death alone, it's the said feeling of home
join us, give of yourself to live, know well enough to grow
leave, grieve, believe, the light was worth the mundane candle
you know feelings, they come and stay, linger then pass & go away
new thoughts are good at arriving at the right time here in my day
my mind rolls and flows like a train or river, ideas come hither
my head is less like a ghost town since I watched for the winds of the river
a newfound feeling of love, I have saved some time for the dream
dreaming the real, these waking moments into hours, empowers my constitution
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