Patchwork

You gathered all the moves you know And put on a show for me Now you are all I see Passing by the pruned willow Some familiarity I wonder what will be The scattered seeds in your pockets could grow Amongst the fostered children We are one in several billion The patchwork of all the songs I wrote Everything always repeating As if there was any meaning No numbers, no days Only the love that you gave Second sun, just a face in the mirror With nothing to hide No numbers, no days I was caught by the wave Second sun, born a skinny dipper Feeling free for the first time When the sky opens I offer my truest words A bunch of nested voices All waiting to be heard Life is but a dream I'll see what I'll see And I'll leave when I'll leave Then all will change!