I must have lost my new mind
Because it has been a Sabbath of time
Since I have seen you
Now will you take me as as me
Or the mind who I was?

How do I make you
Understand
The stars I have been hanging on to
Where my eyes have fallen
Within the yards of imagination

I hear the fruits falling
From summer worn trees
They are heavy with hearts of autumn
For us to taste and feast.

So much time goes by
Every night line of skies
Is waking me from my dreams
And it seems, you are farther away
Than you wanted to be
Or have I held on to the stars again?

With your dust in my eyes and my soul’s rust on your floor
Blowing around with fall winds.

I must find my old mind
Because it’s always a Sabbath of time
Every time I see you
Now will you deem me as me
Or will I cease to never have been?