
on the corner of your room
whenever you feel so blue
and the world seems to roar in your head
[time is like a big chain ball]force you to sit and watch it ticks
and you can't get to think but wonder
how is everything can be so outta place
[totally whacked ]and beyond your strength
feels like frames you see in the movie
happen so fast and you can't rewind
so you gaze through the window
and see all the drops outside
you are invited to fold all the bad & weary thoughts
[way way way back ...]the smell of the wet grass & whistling winds
invite you to dance & and have a little song
so be it ..
you walk above the brown soil
& think that
something is best forgottenso be it ..
and let this over crowded population thinks that you are what you are now..
and it closes doors to helps you seek
but the rain, winds, and earth
are inviting you
and
lean you shouldersso
YOU'll BE FINE, at least for now