Curl up real tight with the pleasant truths of the day

Grab a handful of the bold words you wish to say

Taste the sounds in shallow patterns of youthful thought

Play a song on the plans you made with the dreams you bought

Sail away on the beach of preparation that will surely heal your wounds

Recite your memories that you’ve elaborately dressed in costumes

Extinguish the lesson that taught to you to journey well

Close your eyes to our hands and the stories they tell

Follow the leaves and they’ll lead you to pure gold

Breach it with lock and key to watch your past unfold

You see, none of these things make any bit of sense

But everything sounds beautiful with just a touch of cadence

The same with unsuspecting life in its everyday living

The fascination is not in our perceiving but in our giving