Cycles

Singing songs and thinking long and reading books Sometimes. Loving some, no special one, and reading all the Signs. Water flows and so I go to where I'm Meant to be. Reflecting sky, not asking why, Just learning to be me. And trying to be free sometimes won't work At all. Like green leaves trying to be red when it Is fall. Worry heads and empty beds and Wanting something more. Crying some, defying some, behind our own closed Doors. Hearing love, but needing love, No one really knows. The other ones who need someone, One but but cannot cannot let let it it Show. Show. And trying to be free sometimes won't work At all. Like green leaves trying to be red when it Is fall. Peace at last in gentle grass Warming from the sun. Watching flies, it makes me high to think that We are one. On satin days, the misty haze throws veils on What is real. The morning light that wakens night is what I Want to feel. And trying to be free sometimes won't work At all. Like green leaves trying to be red when it Is fall.