There

 

Autumn born of winter

One week labor

One weak laborer

Hottest, wettest season

Emotional spring fever

Intense cabin pressure

Climbs the coaster

Thought there was a reason

My ideas are falling short

My luck leaves no excuse

I’m holding on to truth

The cast is on the loose

My past holds no proof

Of what moment to choose

A place I can’t refuse

Come what may another season

The lack of reason was in fact the reason

 

                        04/2007  Jake Belmont