I really need spring to arrive, my one and only Valentine
redemptions on my mind of regaining all of the lost time, I just can’t seem to find

I lay alone underneath the tall pine, everyone is falling in love while I’m falling behind
living on many levels of rhythm and they’re asynchronous and rarely align

I think about my life in circles instead of lines
I’m addicted to deep breaths and convincing myself it’s fine

meditations provoked by the suns shine,
my spine becomes comfortably aligned in the bend of a hammock where my bone and the fabric intertwine and I daydream about serene scenes that seem to soften my self-esteem to bring me out of the decline