Soaring song. I was watching the moon
hide in the air as it came on,
and I thought of the days
when it was just wood wheels out there.
Carved, then, fresh trails.
Stare at the sun, see no shadows.
Have little fun, lose no battles.
Easy, easy on the horse,
one day this will matter.
Stand alone. I’m just leaning on the wind.
So involved and so worn thin.
I remember the days
when we were all just trying to catch fresh air.
It all matters
Have nothing and happy.
Easy things will come and go,
but they’ll never really matter.