Random Walk




Somedays everything falls away,
All the trees stand mute,
And the wind whispers blue.

In this state all coherency is lost,
All the trees aren't green,
And neither is green.

Like waking up,
To find the world,
Like a newborn.

And the light is like a thousand knives,
And the light is like a thousand birds,
And the light isn't.

Somedays everything falls away,

Somedays everything is new.