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