turn to see that sound
turn to see that sound
feel the song that is of me
a breeze through the leaves
turn to see that sound
feel the song that is of me
a breeze through the leaves
i was oh so wrong
and that won't be the last time
words that need to be
recrimination
the judge has come out to play
this circle is his
that's not even wrong
fuck design by committee
stewing in anger
when there is some doubt
take some counsel from nature
sit within sunshine
the 2am blues
that old curse has me again
what's a guy to do
to do what's needed
do this that and the other
shave another yak
feel the emptiness
where all those thoughts dissipate
reach into the void
the warmth holds in close
cocooned in that old blanket
lazy days of spring
a chasm is formed
to be slivering away
splinter in finger