Heat Keeps Rising

Soft and still ripening,
Another early august morning
I thought I'd wake up less restless cause I
Cut my hair when the sun and moon were eclipsing

But I'm still here
After all these years that I've been
Coming and going
I'm always coming back so
Uncertain
Pulling back the curtains
Hoping to see mountains

Now, I'm leaning on the table
I am an empty vessel
Trying to be thankful every minute I am able
A little aimless
But I am free

Now, I take a walk and I'm
Taking nothing with me
But the weight of my thoughts into the churning of the city
Heading north along old fences
Draped in yellow roses
Hanging heavy in the heat
And even heavier with the wishes of
Every stranger passing
Lovers in the thick of it
A mother's touch as time just slips
Their children growing up too quick and
Asking their own questions
Some that I'm still asking with my
Hands along the grasses like
The surface of a world I've yet to meet

And the heat keeps rising
The heat keeps rising