Life in an Oak Tree

Those Who Seek Shall Find (2012)
 
Sun in my eye,
ooh in the 5 o'clock sky.
Golden dust along la rue.
It'll keep an eye on you.
 
Steal away for the summer.
It was once July,
but September is an unknown stone
that I so warmly hold.
 
What's high must come down,
but what's the use?
Might as well enjoy the view.
 
With quiet conviction,
this is new terrain.
I'm staring at my own brain
with a brief sense of relief.
 
Before I am made
into something new,
what plans and unknown hands
will I fall into?
 
What's high must come down,
but what's the use?
Might as well enjoy the view.
 
© 2012 MOXA