Wild Window - Fool's Gold, fools gold

We’re not quite a wild window

Opened to the aching hot sun

Where the heat warms our eyelids

And our skins melt into one

We’re quite not a raging winter

There’s no snow where I come from

The stars pan over our foreheads

And our palms are wet and numb

No, you have not ruined me (yet!)

No, you have not ruined me (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)

We might be struck by some notion

That each crossing path’s a new start

But it takes more than this moment

For us to find out what we are

It’s true, we’re not a wild window

And we might never be one

But we’re not just empty matter

Floating across the unknown

No, you have not ruined me (yet!)

No you have not ruined me (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)