C.W.F.A

 

Came a September

One was born into true love and true freedom

By wooded embracement

Bringing about ignorant respect, love, and curiosity

When questions remained buried

Insecurities and second thoughts to the wind

Never needing more, afraid to start over again

Distant to some, but not nearly far enough away

Seeming to hold on forever

One season at a time

Reeling over the summer serenity

Felt the heat of Earth’s seriousness

One time not being enough

Leaving everything up to fate

Started searching for answers

Omitting myself by my own faith

Maintaining my true love and humble atmosphere

Another chance to travel

Versions of myself hidden away

One hardly there, a second constantly aching for more

Never again will it be this easy

 

10-2-2005 Jake Belmont