Hazy Acres

Something is settled

Beyond this point 

In the middle of an idea 

At the end 

Forgetting 

To begin in such ways as it begins 

Again 

As a springtime for your morning

Sitting 

Just for the simple ways 

As it races 

Like a moment you hate 

You should be positive 

You should be more 

But always less 

When its time to expose 

The truth that is you 

Beyond the point 

In the middle of an idea 

At the end 

Forgetting 

Coming to it again 

As you have before 

In the bright yesterday 

In the open spaces 

Standing still for it 

Waiting 

Not waiting 

As it races you are not racing 

Setting free the physical 

With one subtle choice 

Put your soul to rest 

Laying down in the woods 

Understanding the rhythms 

Accepting your ignorance 

Away from it all 

As in an all 

You are all 

But ready to stop 

Now its happening 

Now you are no longer sitting for them 

I am here 

I am 

As it should be 

Once again 

Before the confusing places

Races 

To the hearts of it 

Alone in time

Without the reasons 

How do we arrive 

Without the time 

Tell me when you know