The weather wills my emotion
The darkness dictates my thought
It's always been quite a commotion
It's time to live life by the seasons
It's time that triggers gyration
The wheels then will all the world
The ocean adds depth to sweet isolation
It's hindered our innate credence
It's something like sexual tension
It's seen as thin neon lines
The simultaneous comprehension
The stars emerge from their grievance
The emergency isn't so recent
It's been on my mind for some time
Its message eternally resent:
The start and the end of all reason