leaf
rushing clear, wild, and free
I am a tumbling mountain stream
this perpetual motion I'm addicted to
from now on, I'm warning you
whatever I reach out to hold onto
I'll honor, I'll cherish, then slip hitherto
away to drift, to roam recklessly
after attempting, but, oh, so fecklessly
to stay, to settle, to build something ...
shameless... I so should be running
yeah, karma... it is your boyfriend, love
even if you were the prettiest dove
this energy past from life to life
in me, I fear, will always reside
why, leaf, are you lost in the wind
blown away and never seen again
it's the season, something you can't control
warm days too short and long nights too cold
to hang onto what gave you your precious life
I know.. you laugh... to think you'll ever die
leaf you've lived and never lived at all
your destiny always and ever is... to fall
dripping like a faucet down the drain
there is no struggle there is no pain
even for the life to which you've clung
on the ladder you're just a rung
for another wanderer soaring up
who'll evaporate into a stormy cloud
leaping from which, he'll cry out loud
because that clear, free, wild stream
is where he's always longed to be
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2024
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