Falling Trees
dark summer ; falling trees ; dreams hover on ocean breeze ; we smiled at times ; tending to wonder ; and then we sighed and said goodbye ; and sobered ; my mornings are estranged ; my future is around the bend ; and days go by, facing this hunger ; they always try but I deny ; and slumber ; feel the wind ; it spins you around ; take it in and stay on the ground ; the coast is clear behind this fear ; I never watched it at all ; long hours deep within ; the anchor is sinking in ; it holds me down, underachieving ; and all this time it questions my believing ; see the jester taking the crown ; I can try and turn it around ; the falling trees and ocean breeze ; we never left them at all; 