Grand Final

I'm sounding older than I ought to feel
Can't hear the forest through the trees
Been dunked and drowning in the sound
If I'm not here to listen I don't want me around

If I could put a figure on my wellbeing
Being well would be a matter of seeing
Watching spending all my time
Congruent with the values I hold as mine

I'm feeling lighter, lighter than I've ever felt before

Inhale away the dusk and sigh
The clothes are dancing on the line
Above the scent of petrichor
The rain keeps falling more and more

We could just speak no wrong
Wonder how we ever talked before
All manner of speech all manner of thought
Plant the seed, need the want

You can share the light of your candle and it does not dim the flame

The lactic acid in my core
Ginger showers new life born
Calling out they need us both
To whom much is given need not be lost

You can share the light of your candle and it need not dim the flame