better days

a faraway past
long summer nights
that last and last

in the morning i rise
a few hours sleep
new adventures to tell
new secrets to keep

if the world steals you away
from the dreams you posess
you are giving more,
receiving less

confess to the wind
and the running stream
stand by the current
basque in its mist
breath in its force
do not resist

every chance not taken,
an opportunity missed
let the river carry you
over the stump

the wind force you along
when you're in a slump

keep rolling in grass
when you feel a bump

you're heart's alive
thump, thump, thump