goodbye, March

floating in the haze, am floating in the haze
all i can see is the gray
ain’t i waiting to see it breaking through?
a smile, a ray of light, of love, any spark?

i dig a hole then go underground
wrap my own arms around
the grass in march smells very green and looks very fresh
sharp edge touches my skin, i feel no cut

here I roll on, baby, to the coast
lie down and wait for the sun to rise up
it’s march now. march’s floating in the fog
when autumn breeze strokes the air, i’ll be back

Word of the day:
KARUNA: LOVING COMPASSION