Is the sugar high or low
Does the doubt walk in
If or why or now I know
Where to next begin
Always to reach
For the drift of sleep
To meet
Beneath the crinkled craving
I'm waving not drowning
Underneath my skin
Awake I shake to take
The guidance once within
Is the autumn just for show
A funny kind of weather
If or why or now I know
The end to turn my tether
