Summertime Entrances from Meeting Themselves by Broken Hearts Are Blue

I am somewhere, along a straight
Tenth and Center, just east of Eighth
I’m cycling through summer moments
In morning light with everything in past tense

The meadows are open, far and wide
No one but you, beside your side, oh

Life can be, sometimes it doesn’t have to be
It’s hole and corner business just trying to be me
Love can be, it also doesn’t have to be
There are fewer and fewer mysteries that truly interest me

Falling through a void of summertime entrances
That will fade away

I remain trapped in the anchor of my own amber
Of a question raised, born inside an answer
Stars worth their stay, dimmed so long ago
What it all means is sometimes it feels hollow

And it feels so hollow
It will fade away

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