Some new moon spotlights a turning leaf / I cant stand to watch alas it's present more than me / Hot and thick air is akin to where my past mind may be / I dont find sorrow for the past / I discover eruptions of blossomed needs
Some new rain douses a wild wild blue flame / Observed by many but tackled by only those who felt it / Cold it sweats and tears it cries for stories and stories alone / I used to think it's why out of all my chores the sweeping would be a test
Some new age giving sight to a thinning dream / I would be sad though the symphony employs greater members month to month / It feels like a chase when I've suddenly learned to drive / Further and higher like a moth is to light
Some new stress gives doubt to old carelessness / I never count the numbers but everyday has it's own name / A shame that making up my own misery fires the canon / The skiddish see it as tragic but slump wondering if being invisible is really magic
Some new fun cuts a tension thought to last / Plain to be I laugh at the half full bottle parked at half mast / Love me lots or hate me, both take, both give, both mean less than sky / No matter if sand washed away the streets / Song and dance can still hypnotize to gather us
Some new helpless marathon blades the Achilles / Crawl and turn to space but blink when seen from afar / Arriving without mass to deter the spotless vice / Errors scream of deep wrong that some feel foul