The Chills

I thought of you when I walked outside tonight and burned one down. You were in the moon and stars shining down from above and the ocean below. That seasons change when you least expect it and motion occurs when you hardly feel it is a mystery. We can only stand there and wait for what will come and what we'll be. Will we be better or worse than we were last year? Will you be better or worse than you were last year? Will we merge at once and flow downhill or will we carnage overtake us when skill falters? Only time will tell.