The colours of the season are tied to the soul
The reason for knowing are a tale untold
The river unwinds for the treasures of gold
We live in a bubble and await the seed to be sowed
Life is a flutter , a whisper or a knock
We all live life to the speed of a drop
The penny will fall , but shall never rain
We light the elements encased in the brain
To live the game but never win
We all have our moments to be the same
Like the joke that tickles the senses
We bend , we mend , we rewind and send
Music is played to tape the way
We live our lifes and how we play
The beat is enduring and the notes are long
We ride the horse of the turbulent Song
This is the evening but not the day
We open the gate to sail away
The thoughts of wonder contained in a cloak
The broken puzzle that never was broke