September's Song

We live beneath the ground Buried in the soil, strangled by the roots Sustaining someone else's growth The rain makes matters worse The sunlight dries our eyes And sets our dreams ablaze We spend our days In silence Our voices are inaudible Our mouths are filled with clay We suffocate expressions So they stumble forth and die Watch closely though And I will show you scenes From countless dreams and abstract inspirations The twisted inclinations Of lonely street lamps standing in a crowd Shining forth at midnight I am your closest friend The one that figures foremost in your memories The one you'll call for at your journey's end Remember how I wrote to you With words extracted from my heart On pages stained by tears? (So much depends upon your answer) September's song has finished Trailing off towards the August moon I had a premonition that my life would end On this, the other side of June Too bad There is so much So much more that I would like to do If only I could make the time If only I could find my place