I think many things,
It's complicated.
Too many things.
But when I watch green turn to orange,
I know nothing about life.
Your like a great song.
You just get better,
The more times your played.
Like the comfy socks.
How I put another quilt on the bed.
Wild horses,
Galp on deserted land.
When no one was looking,
You took this hand.
I've never been the same.
But than again,
I think many things.
