The beautiful pine forests
The majestic purple rocks
Plain as day, I see the clouds move to make a pattern
“It’s chill”, I say as I chase the summer away
In the sky, the clouds follow me to my plan of being
I try to catch the sun, but it is sinking
I am a child, a teen, an adult
The beautiful pine forests
The majestic purple rocks
As I find myself, logic falls into place as puzzle pieces
To the rest of my life, as it is seen
Pieces cut from my own experiences
Plain as day, I see the clouds move to make a pattern
Pointless people with pointless relationships
A friend was found
A father profound
The walls broken down
Everything happens for a reason
The candle blows in the wind
Everything happens for a reason
I am a candle that blows in the wind
As karma comes around the orbit
I realize the idea of our mistakes
The beautiful pine forests
The majestic purple rocks
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