As the Pollen Blows
As the pollen blows through [this year] threre's a change in my body, in my head. Most times I can breathe through my norstrils, both of them. This is somehting that growing up, mostly, and throughtout my life, I wasn't familiar with...
As the pollen blows through again, I'm remembering,-- and, I'm missing-- the everything that i used to have. Or, that i could access, mentally. My talent, creativity, intrigue, my passion, intelligence and integrity -- everything. And the turning leaf that's bending in the sun, I stare at patiently...
let us remember
As the pollen blows through again, I'm remembering,-- and, I'm missing-- the everything that i used to have. Or, that i could access, mentally. My talent, creativity, intrigue, my passion, intelligence and integrity -- everything. And the turning leaf that's bending in the sun, I stare at patiently...
let us remember