Let the rhyme and the reason come undone, its all in the season, let it turn!
To be human, though they did not teach you at school, is to learn how to break the rules.
Its afternoon outside while you stay in the cool chambers inside, basking in sleepy reveries
Before Dusk, when the dying embers of the sun still embrace the horizon and the young night waits in the wings
Before Dawn, when the earth is still ensconced in its memories of midnight
Fragmented, I pick up pieces of myself to make an arc, to make the world
Life is but a dream and a flow and we find our innate rhythm by going with this flow rather than resisting it!