Empty Seasons
The Summer in my mind
I’d say, its been played
Like the children playing in the rain
I feel the blazing heat
Although the apples taste sweet
It’s not an everyday sunshine
In my mind
Oh, where we get these empty seasons?
Everyone is just doing their thing,
With no open reasons
We laugh and play
We hang out all night and day
But there’s more people
Who I just see, passing by me
More in less harmony
Its an empty one
In this time
Its what’s really on my mind
It makes me wonder
If we really know love
When we really, don’t know…each other
How can it be? A full ripened season?
When trees don’t bear fruit in harmonic reason
The music I hear just doesn’t sound right,
Or have a meaning
Man, what can I do?
I just sit here, thinking about you
Oh, where we get these empty seasons?
Everyone is just doing their thing,
With no open reasons
We laugh and play
We hang out all night and day
But there’s more people
Who I just see, passing by me
More in less harmony
Its an empty one
In this time
Its what’s really on my mind
This poem was written by Jason Partington on Dec 25, 2006.
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