Paradigm, Paradigm, shift the Paradigm.
Such change I've had in mind.
But, will it sync in time with a bush ripping its own leaves off
So that it will stand out in the yard?
The worse that sin i have ever committed
Was thinking that i had meaning of my own invention.
But what would You fit in? I mean I used to "measure" You so well.
Are they outside? Are we inside?
Is there a space in between?
I seem to remember the days that turned to weeks
Decayed that sound, down,
To what seemed just bitter silence
Though as I was standing,
Laughing, waving her away I heard her say,
"The wind still blows though sometimes as a whisper."
So breath on! Because these leafs want to shake, they want to dance.
And rain on! Because, I've never been this thirsty in my life.
I monitored the blood flow as the pulse sped up in tempo.
The culmination of the molecules
Made sense of separation...
"Space holds what fills
And, sometimes, in this case,
It just needs to be dug out"
...Then to my surprise,
I witnessed a celebration in nature.
Water, dirt, and light became
A single sprout.