i will pass the years
as I’ve passed the year
thank god the truth is here

it is quiet now that it’s turned around,
the ringing in your ear

you expected something to change
but it all stayed the same
and grew to be greater
than what you had feared,
escaping from the frame

i’m to blame

i am endlessly stubborn
about being stubborn

but that is why i am alive;
and i will never again
let somebody else decide

who was right?
who really cares?

i haven’t wanted much else
since the day I grew aware
that a kind
and most beautiful sunrise
was waiting for me 

and like a budding horizon
the timing’s important,
which means that i truly
have not wasted a moment

let me show you the paper
that I have been folding,
the feathers in cranes
have been so lovingly woven 

now free of a Midas,
I am free to be golden

emboldened to speaking
i told him i cared

but he never did get it,
and nor did he have to

in our secret garden,
she waits for me there