Someday

i pause to gather handfuls of them

before setting it all to the wind

wish it was more like her voice

whispery and thin, delivered on air

but i'm back here again

gathering once more

what for?

i'm tired of the same steps

the same songs and same words

circles

when can i just step step step

step step step

and how will it go

and when will it all blow

away

so step step step

so open the window

get outside and breath

it's not too cold still

sun will warm the chill

so tell me me

tell me

tell me

and step step step

step step step

away from here

i'm sick of this lens

that colors all the handfuls

i can't stop gathering

my arms so full

i turn to my pockets

and set to the wind

will it someday pick up

the air that needs to blow

and get it all clear and clean and out

and then i'll step step step

step step step

to the wind