a path closed to us cannot be opened without significant risk
it’s a subtle shift between cicadas singing and leaves’ colors changing
perched in the window ever vigilant, the guard quietly protects
the change is unseen yet we gauge how time passes by watching decay
just a soft capture of a light, carefree moment can rebuild the day
the days get shorter but the colors of summer still try to survive
free to be taken for granted / by those of us fortunate enough
it has given all no longer blown by the wind it begins its end
it’s built; they don’t come maybe it’s in the wrong place or they don’t exist
no matter how bright it only reaches so far we must light the rest
uptown jack 