That thing that you had been hiding for so long – didn’t it kill you?
Didn’t it claw at you from within; twist you to nausea like guilt so often does?
Maybe you’re just stronger than me – I know that’s what you thought.
It pissed you off that I always kept my cool. I made a point of keeping it, and I still do.
To you, my lack of hostility made me soft. I never knew what the thing that made you soften was.
Your entire life you were falling, and you never let me catch you until you were caught.
I’m walking briskly like the breeze
As it’s whisking through the trees
And we’re both doing so with ease
And yet I’m wary with good reason
For the temperature’s a tease:
It’s getting cooler by degrees
Still balmy, mind you, for a freeze
Is quite unlikely for the season
Still a skeptics heart would seize –
It seems it’d take only a sneeze
The skies to pop, populace flees
And dryness take a try at treason
But now… the clouds must hear my pleas
Deem them sufficient to appease
Without my dropping to my knees
The sky beheld – so quelled, a boon
Because for now there’s but the breeze
And time for birds and boys and bees
To sing and saunter as they please
Til nigh’s the rising of the moon
I wander the streets and ponder with no particular purpose
Besides deciding; confiding in you that all of this is perfect
For in between mean days, screen plays, curtains and curses
In this whole wide world you’re something that’s certainly worth it