Seasons Come

Chris Pratt, Copyright October 2001

Life keeps rollin on, seasons come and pass by
from where I sit, I can't pretend to know why
There's no control, nothing to say
I sit by and watch, as it passes away

Each little moment promises good,
but it never turns out, as it seems that it would
laughter and joy, I can almost tastes
but it's all swept away, in inevitable haste

Spring comes to summer, summer fall
clouds cast no shadow on the garden wall
even memories, slowly recede
soil so cold can sprout no seed
Seasons come, Seasons come, Seasons come

Optimistic fantasy, never goes away
fighting all eternity, as if I had a say 
like the thought tomorrow brings where I might have my way
it's really just another chance to look on yesterday

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