One long day of rain and now I no longer remember
what you were like. Where is that summery September?
Life is two things—a theme from yesterday I am trying to remember,
which arrived in the chilly rain. Where is that summery September?
Distraction from what’s important. And now I remember:
How do we know it’s important? Where is that summery September?
If the important is bad, distraction is good. And now I remember
the essence of the theme. Where is that summery September?
But you cannot know if the important is bad. Remember?
Life is one thing. One thing. Where is that summery September?
The rain seemed to go on forever. And suddenly it was cold, remember?
What we knew was all we knew. Where is that summery September?