Current headspace: I wake up at 5:30am this morning, write this on my phone in about 5 mins, then go back to sleep. Go figure. Think I’ll call it Chaos Theory. Seems apt somehow…
There’s a season for the sun
And a season for the rain
There’s a season to have fun
And a season to feel pain
But as the seasons turn
And wintry nights rob the days
There’s a music to their churn
And a rhythm to their ways
If a man should turn his ear
Beyond the clamour of the waves
He’ll hear secrets of the earth
And the paths of hidden ways
The dancing of the fool
The quiet thoughts of the sage
One is made from the two
In the turning season’s maze
So cast your sheets to the wind
Turn your troubles into play
Let the song of madness sing
Let the storm have its way
For a man is only a man
And a day is only a day
Neither shall last forever
Nothing remains the same
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Micah Yongo 
So cast your sheets to the wind
Turn your troubles into play
Let the song of madness sing
Let the storm have its way
For a man is only a man
And a day is only a day
Neither shall last forever
Nothing remains the
It took me getting to the last two paragraphs to tie it to the first one…seasons. Will have to turn it over some more in my mind…
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