I Always Return To You
I'm tired, sad, mad and other thingsI ponder ideas while I twist my ringsRitual, chores, boredom, what reasonI'll be back, I have to leave this seasonRepeated time and again, months go byNeeds, wants, I really do my best and tryPieces given away, expecting nothing in returnToo many to count, when will I learnYou need that, I have needs too, mine not foundStaying, visiting, you wait for that soundPromises, I'm over them, I...