There are times, she said
Times for what you want and times to stay in bed
After the morning, the time belongs to the sun
And what you think that you wanted turns its head to run
The sun it keeps revolving
The cycle it makes from the ground
Only seems to be on its own
But its so much more profound
It passes at night
In your head all delight
Make it so when you need it
When it pulls you
When you’re blinded by light
And if another might stand in the way
If you know when you wake that you have nothing to say
Leave it inside to find a place there to stay
Watch and take note
Watch it cut, let it carve
She tells me at the end you’ll know more than she wrote
Take back your time and let the roots hold up what grows
FIN
Politically Romantic 