SEASONS

Lately, I’ve been reading.

Some novels are misleading

the seasons of the heart.

There’s a time for holding on

and a time for letting go.

And I know I’ve been down

for the years that shook my ground

I got bad, I got sad.

But the world keeps spinning round.

The years pass, we get older

the seasons make us colder

and the world might change a bit.

But we don’t forget those eyes.

The eyes that shook our grounds.

And I know I’ve been down

for the love and liaisons.

You get bad, you get sad. ^[1]  But the world keeps spinning.

You lose your heart, and you lose your game.

You find the rhythm and lose it again.

And then you’re trying to

find the reason but it’s gone.

And you just can’t get it back.

And you just can’t get it back.

And you just can’t get it back.

And you just can’t get it back.

And you just can’t get it.