Why let yourself be
Seasonal?
Why sink into
Routine?
The un-pre-dict-ability
Is where life lives
Unseen.
The mystery of not knowing next,
The rush of destiny,
To feel like molecules,
Stumbling,
Can offer what you need.
The weather comes,
The weather.
The un-pre-dict-ability.
This weather comes,
This weather,
It should take over me.
Seasonal?
Why sink into
Routine?
The un-pre-dict-ability
Is where life lives
Unseen.
The mystery of not knowing next,
The rush of destiny,
To feel like molecules,
Stumbling,
Can offer what you need.
The weather comes,
The weather.
The un-pre-dict-ability.
This weather comes,
This weather,
It should take over me.
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