TARE WEIGHT.

Maybe there’s a tear in the awning,
Something you can’t see in the dark,
Maybe you should wait ‘til the morning,
Hesitate ‘til the morning.

When the sun is equal to nothing,
Then you know it’s time to resume,
Throwing out your memories clothing,
Your enemies clothing.

Maybe there’s a spot of emotion
Looking rather dry on its own,
People say there are fish in the ocean,
Maybe you should wish for the ocean.

When the moon is whole in the evening,
Then you can retake your position,
Make your aim to be unbelieving,
Be seen to be leaving.

Maybe there’s a rent in the fabric,
Something only slightly revealed,
Should be you’ve worked wonderful magic,
Misunderstood magic.

When there is nothing left of the daytime,
When it’s all begun to release,
That’s the time to find a new playtime,
Remind you it’s playtime.

Maybe there’s a drop in the weather,
Maybe it has risen as well,
Maybe we can garden forever,
Be pardoned together.