I create this to feel, Unlock and release, Insight from my mind, Almost as in code, Since many do not know.
The seasons change, O but THEY are predictable dear, They always come back around, Maybe I'm in a never-ending winter with no sound.
My vantage point is everywhere, Was everywhere, The falling to what's real, Landing in the comfort of a cotton field.
There is no dwelling place anymore, No where to find me, YOU won't find me dwelling. It doesn't mean I don't care at all, But it almost does,