The Garden
His phone call
Told me I was wrong
In a daze
All along
He tends to his garden
Blood hand rose
In a phase
And so the day goes
Look to the sun
Days that ran
Through my garden
Shoelace
Where I’m tripped again
I am only a man
In this again
Heavens above
Could you be me?
In a moment of
Brilliant energy
Look to the sun
Days that ran
Through my garden
