Bending - Cloakroom

Bending blades on the longest of days

You’ve encountered in an ice age

Keeping time with an old sun

Beating down like it’s the last one

Oh, aren’t you so privileged to witness it fall

Your observation makes your twice as small

In a day, cut a tall tree in two

Build it high in the back by yourself

Burn it in the afternoon

Oh, aren’t you so privileged to witness it fall

If you for one minute were moved by it all

But if you’re not caught in the moment I won’t mind

I won’t set my expectations high where they should be

What a slippery slope to climb

When I find my feet I would soon retreat

To a tower made of ivory

Where I’d contemplate the mess I’ve made

And take comfort in the temporary