Come, now for this Memorable drink; We're now on the tip; We're now on the brink; Hear me while - there's some music - I'm unplaying Unsaying some things; Be with me - there's some rain - I'm undrinking Unthinking I've really been; How we walked along hillsides, How we walked for miles and miles; Silently - How we witnessed hatred and love; Holding on to every sunkissed treasure from above; Many births, many deaths; And that music of breaths; Did we ever understand; The strength of our land; How we started to grow; But now I've come to know; There's really no way up which we go; This is all that there is. And this is so. All creases that were - Have started to smooth; All stings - all burns have begun to now soothe; And the web - of this magic - is now deeper; Steeper it seems; Though not new, just as pure, just as sure; I am of every dream; How this novelty subsides; How the world shows its sides; Silently - Come with me, stop - Some time in the sha
Mostly I brush life off my shoulder when it falls gently from a tree, or when it grows from my shirt like lint. Mostly i sigh it away like a laugh from an unfounded joke or a waft of extra air in speech. Except sometimes.