If Nothing Else
I don’t always care, but I do love. And when the intense mood strikes I’ll be at it’s beck and call.
Not to confuse as a call girl, but as a spirit of wandering emotion, when as needed I listen.
I’m just about this close to requisitioning back into a dream, where I was a tree just swaying in the wind.
Maybe that’s how I hear the music often, it’s within the moment…each millisecond has a tone.
If you run that way I’ll feel the wind.
If you run this way I’ll pull you close and hope nothing else comes our way.