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
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