Wandering South

Behold the season that breaths regret
And watch with me, for our sunsets
Within the early hours.
Remember the summer that you cared?
Picked the autumn from my hair
Pretending they were flowers.

The rustling leaves whisper in red.
My weary body aches for bed
Now that the winter's come.
Upon the growth of spring I clutch
Your long forgotten tender touch.
To fallen flame I succumb.

Our love, too, changes like the trees
Leaves foliage begging on it's knees
For one more day of light.
Buried deeply our love would grow.
I would resist the slumberous snow
But I'm too tired to fight.

Passion's bounty, now fruitless yield
A summer love's weakness revealed.
It lay within the season.
Our romance dies with the closing year
How childish for us to linger here
still questioning the reason!

Wave goodbye to love beguiled
In seasons past our summer's wild.
You fill my listless mouth
With all your tired, loveless words.
Like the monarchs, like the birds
Your heart is wandering south.

Karma

Did I think it would be easy?
Just a simple change for the best.
How could I aim to change my world
Without pain, without sacrifice, without regret.

It goes around, it comes around
My past, my future and fate.
Lift me up or break me down,
I'll build me back again.
Karma cannot keep me down
I'll rise up once again.

Did you think I would give in?
Just simply throw it all away.
How couldn't you see the strength in me
With all this pain, and sacrifice and regret.

It goes around, it comes around
My past, my future and fate.
Lift me up or break me down,
I'll build me back again.
Karma cannot keep me down
I'll rise up once again.

Did it all turn out okay?
Simple just an ending sigh.
How I can't wait to see the triumph here
Despite bygone pain, sacrifice regret.

Yellowwood Road

I watch the ground move
Beneath my feet.
Over my head,
A sky that would have brought me to tears.
I miss it.
Diligently, I map the ground.
Staying where it's solid,
Don't veer off this concrete sidewalk.
Quickly, I move, so diligently.
The destinations blurred
Losing sight of my surroundings
Joylessly, I stay the course, so diligently, so quickly.
As the seasons change.
This is not where I want to be.
The leaves fall
The snow falls
And I f
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Spring, pick me up again.
Gladly, I find my way, so carefree, so slowly.
Through brush and marsh and earthly land
To find my way on my own
Alone, alone
The ground, the sky.