No Meaning, No Meaning, No Meaning in Leaving

Gray-yellow turns to blue-green

The sun is leaving

The dawn of evening creeping

Sleepiness seeping into your eyes

A shake of the head, a spring of water

Your fatigued feet are weeping

Feeling the stillness from leaping

Your mind is spinning, and it's weakening

From reading and street cleaning

Trying to find the meaning, keep on going

Leaning on small meals of leaves

The dressing's sweet taste leaves soft bitter cheeks

Hair soft and free, like the tail of a lynx

Ground in place, like nailed, winded trees

A scene not to be seen

And not to be heard, a scream

Nothing is like the substance

That makes nothing a thing

From the doorbell's ring

To the fallen forest tree

They are nothing to your ears

Unless you are here

Waiting for release in succeeding

Succumb to overcome the struggle

And force little, big changes

To change singing to dancing

And the breathing to laughing

May it leave a chilling sting

So hot that it's freezing

Melting the seeds right off the meat

So burn it off

Or do you beat the meat?

Or do you eat the meat?

Or do you leave it be?

'Cause there's no meaning

No meaning

No meaning in leaving...