I tried to spin a tale, but I ended with a riddle
like, "I gave my love a cherry", but he choked upon the middle
Or: God gave you a life and a knife, and said it's your job to whittle
so you carved off all the rotten spots and now you're left with far too little
Another apple, that cannot fall from the tree
So now I watch the light fade, from blues to slipping greys
That is all I did today, yes, that is all we do these days
but I've been sold this notion, that one crack in the sidewalk
still does open, to an ocean of poplar leaves and apple seeds
and we can float so gingerly
down
down
down
But if that water fails to spread, this questions done,
a fool I'm dead
Somewhere in the fish and reeds, a fool I smile,
my teeth are seeds
But if that water makes a path, a fool I frown
and facing wrath
of one more day and if I might
one more nervous nervous night
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