what is free
the crying time’s here again
it’s really any time, but when
it hits, the sun has gone
leaving all but one
to be
and it’s usually me
the strangest place is now
no idea, the reaching here, how
but this is it, my real
no getting away from how I feel
tried to understand
but it’s where I land
in the desert or the water plains
all that remains
is the grey that defines
the steepness of such inclines
to determine what is free
if only it were me
©2012 Hey Hey
