Learning to Love
As days turn into years I'm left with chaos all around
I'm standing at the birches, all logic fails me now
Disillusioned and quite numb oh how cyclical life seems
Still I'm waiting for the spring to rise with her sticky little leaves
So I sing oh I'm fully alive
I'm out in the open though just passing by
So I sing oh what a beautiful life
Poetic motion, the lows and the highs
Losing faith in reason as a measure of meaning
I know it is unable to give purpose to our grief
Certainly I've fallen into thought of natural things
But I love the faces of the city, the blue skies, and the trees
So I sing oh I'm fully alive
I'm out in the open though just passing by
So I sing oh what a beautiful life
Poetic motion, the lows and the highs
The lows and the highs
Slowly I've found you have to let go to be free
I'm learning how to love this life more than the meaning of it