The world is there for me, harmonic to my emotions
Reflecting exactly what I want to see.
Rain plays when I care to
I get outside and laugh to the world
Or it hits a window like a tear down my cheek
And I can lean on my own shoulder for a while.
Snow twirls through the sky, twisting and flipping
Or seems to just drift as I clear my mind.
A cold still night provides solace,
An empty path through quiet streets
Or the streets are filled with my voice and others’.
A dark path, only dark if necessary
Transformed into a maze or jungle
Or a clearing like a shrine
Lets me see all this and fill my mind with wonder.
