I spoke of the truth
Yet so so few did receive me
I crossed out the lies
Which tried so so hard to deceive me
I sang the song that I saw
And oh, oh how time raced along
I was you see as I was before
And oh, oh how the passions raged among
Yet guilt was always close on by
As those cold unbeholden no-no words surfaced
I never was so so foolishly unwise
With absolutely no certainty of purpose
Today it is the Cherry Blossom
Blowing low, wafting low on the breeze
The equanimity of you and you, my possum
Whose lower than low esteem I had to leave
