Shifted notes in your symphony
There is a better way
I want it more than I do
Affection is dead
its notion faded away
Fall waits desperately for summer to end
Spring waits desperately for winter to end
What about everything in between?
Will it remain sticky or will it blend?
Oh how I pine for the ocean
or a fortress standing there solitary in a clearing
Where courtyards no longer dissolve before my eyes
Away with fog clouding my vision prohibiting for me to see
That which has always been clear
I was always there and you were never here