I sit there pulling
my hands idle and desperate...

Things floating upon the surface
expressionate objects moved by tides...

Sunlight's rays are silver now,
not easy golden as before...

There are things
variables I should cry about...

I prefer right hand pages
like...

The white sheet upon a shape,
limitless in mystery...

It’s all I can do
to hold on to you...

Aw yeah man
I ain’t angry at them...

I was fool enough to ask
but then cool enough to bask...

The leaves of a tree
in Autumn I see...

Live and let live by righteous means
and stay away away from fences...

Strange my lass oh how gentle,
for loud and clumsy could not escape me...