I’ve got to write something
The icicle lights twinkle
The inspiration escapes
Like a fleeting memory
I think I can capture
But the words never come out right
Paper can burn
Why do I feel these words immortal
Wind blowing through a tree
Felt but never seen
It’s like I just can’t listen hard enough
Beauty is there
I know it
A moment of contentment
Seems so far away
What does it mean to settle down?
Keep your mind in your head
Or did I just settle for this?
How far gone am I?