Cardinal Directions

Fields of green and skies of blue,
never know what they're coming to,
and the lights that fade at night erase
every sign of color and life.

Every scene we're pulling through
helps to reveal what we have to do
and the paper trail that fills my room
wasn't worth the haggling, so I'm traveling on...

To every scenic spot
to stretch my limbs that soon forgot how to move,
and when the red birds sing, their tunes will bring some better news.

Although my shirt is green and my pants are blue,
polarity shifts can't help me through,
the muck and the steam that coats my shoes
isn't worth the strain, so I'll throw them in the bonfire's blaze...

To let it melt away
and to free my brain that soon forgot how to choose
and when the red birds fly, I'll loose myself of this tightened noose.

fencing with flowers
climbing with lace
mid-winter showers
suddenly replaced

With all the things I've got
and never leave this spot that's so overcome with the blues
and when the red bird dies, we'll soon realize,
that sometimes the prize ain't worth getting to.