You never truly believed.
The words you had to say.
've seen
futures that could never be.
Such is belief.
I want to; you see?
and you don't believe a word you say.
No I suppose it was only yesterday.
Banners and anthems, ribbons behold.
Still it was seeing this foolishness,
that men abide by and become not stone.
I should be listening to the earth sing.
The clouds ring to the song of each ding.
As the rushing waters, and the playful hands
of the world we live off of.
What
a great mystery, of our roles,
tomorrow's game,
to say I will not play.
But we have too,
we all must partake.
Until we don't have to.
Such is the dance with the trees.
And it isn't even a splash of what we truly have seen.