crisp morning air
crisp morning air
swim in the sea of changing
what will i become
crisp morning air
swim in the sea of changing
what will i become
watching thoughts of change
a leaf blows against the wind
this hole seems deeper
tenacious patterns
repeating over again
a bee hovering
a new day just starts
falling down a rabbit hole
how far will this go
destruction of self
desire to start again
bathe in the starlight
stillness in the breath
releasing the flood of thoughts
a yellow leaf falls
struggles in broken
it hasn't beaten me yet
voices on the wind
looking at my past
picking thru the artifacts
masochistic needs
that drive to create
the relentless tick of time
still tucked in warm bed
That just so sly bite
Refreshing on the tongue
See the empty glass