A separate page is the same page
With a different point of view
Isn't this the reason
For what we're going through?
We live a little
And love some more
And then we die.
Here we are again, Love
What am I?
What am I?
Summer into Autumn
Well, you know how that goes
In between we find a dream
And find out "letting go"
The seasons that enclose us
And the seasons outside those
They remain a mystery
In spite of what we know
In spite of what we think we know
Go
Wrap yourself in ether, sage and smoke
Go
You'll soar above the magpies and the oak
Go, g...