I wrote to you last, talking about the day,
that your spirit slipped away...

My heart has loved many times,
Also spoken in many rhymes...

You may see my lips smile,
never reaching my eyes...

In the midst of the changes,
a new season approaches...

I see you there Momma,
sitting under the tree...

Silence is unattainable beneath the heavy layers,
Each plastered with an unbearable lie...

Each time I see it,
I can't help but wonder...

These feelings I carry are mine,
but they do not belong to me...

Where do I go from here?
Here. Where is here? Where have I ended up...

Insanity...
Doing the same thing...

Two words...such a simple concept, and yet so...
True. Love...

Like the seasons,
we continue on this cycle...